"He has gone out to look for her."
She sat down by the table, turning her face away and screening it from him with her hand.
Marston gave one look at her. He stepped out, and crossed the lawn to the bottom of the garden. The gate at the end of the path there swung open violently, and he found himself face to face with Robert Lucy. "What have you done with Mrs. Tailleur?" he said.
Lucy's head was sunk upon his breast. He did not look at him nor answer. The two men walked back in silence up the lawn.
"You don't know where she is?" said Marston presently.
"No. I thought I did. But—she is not there."
He paused, steadying his voice to speak again.
"If I don't find her, I shall go up to town by the midnight train. Can you give me her address there?"
"You think she has gone up to town?" Marston spoke calmly. He was appeased by Lucy's agitation and his manifest ignorance as to Kitty's movements.
"There's nothing else she could do. I've got to find her. Will you be good enough to give me her address?"