And there was no sign of her downstairs at Granville.
"Hark! What's that?" said Winny, listening at the foot of the stair. "Oh, Ranny!"
From the room above there came a low, half-stifled sound of sobbing and groaning.
He dashed upstairs.
In a few minutes he returned to Winny in the front sitting-room.
"What's the matter? Is she ill?" she said.
"No, I don't think so. She won't tell me. She's horribly upset about something."
"Shall I go to her?"
"No; better not, Winny. Look here, she won't come to Richmond. She says we're to go without her."
"We can't, Ranny."