"She's heard that I and Goby and Rivaulx and the others were there," said Bob. "Do you think the bishop knows where she is?"
"I wouldn't trust a bishop," said Bradstock. "I daresay he does. It is said that bishops steal Elzevirs and umbrellas, Bob. I think I shall go to Spilsborough myself. Have you seen the evening papers, Bob?"
Bob had seen none of them.
"Some say now that she is married to Jugpore, and others say it is a morganatic marriage to the mediatized Prince of Bodenstrau."
"Oh, I say, Pen will be mad," cried Bob. "Isn't he a real bad un?"
"The very worst," said Bradstock.
"And are you really going to Spilsborough, Lord Bradstock?"
"I really think so," said Bradstock. "I begin to think I must do something."
He stood pondering.
"May I come with you?"