"Whose?"
"Oh," said Gwenda airily, "anybody's."
"And—if I may ask—what will you do, and where do you propose to stay, while you're looking for him?" (He felt that he expressed himself with perspicacity.)
"That's all arranged. I'm going to Mummy."
The Vicar was silent with the shock of it.
"I'm sorry, Papa," said Gwenda; "but there's nowhere else to go to."
"If you go there," said Mr. Cartaret, "you will certainly not come back here."
All that had passed till now had been mere skirmishing. The real battle had begun.
Gwenda set her face to it.
"I shall not be coming back in any case," she said.