His voice softened. "You were very fond of her?"
"Yes. How did you know she'd gone?"
It was too dark in there for him to see the fear in her eyes as she turned them to him.
"Oh," he said, "we heard she'd left. I suppose she had to go."
"Yes," said Mrs. Tailleur, "she had to go."
"Well, I shouldn't distress myself any more about it. Tell me, have you been walking about in the rain ever since she left?"
"I—I think so."
"And my little sister was looking for you everywhere. She wanted you to dine with us. We thought you would, perhaps, as you were free."
"That was very good of you."
"We couldn't find you anywhere in the hotel. Then I came out here."