Gaunt went to the door. With his hand upon the handle, he turned back. "Promise me that you will now control yourself," he said frigidly. "No more wild weeping. You have cried yourself hoarse."
"I promise," she said in answer, her eyes upon him, her thoughts already far away in the nursing home with Pansy.
He went out, and she heard him speaking to Grover in the passage.
*****
An hour later, having forced herself to eat something, and having accomplished her packing, she came down into the hall, equipped for her journey.
The new motor, which had arrived only two days before, stood at the door in charge of a chauffeur, who was to stay a month and train Ransom, the coachman, to drive.
Gaunt awaited her in the hall, his hat in his hand. Her face changed.
"Don't be alarmed," he told her, coming near and speaking so low that only she could hear. "I am coming to Derby only. There are things I must tell you, and there was no time before starting. We shall only just do it. Jump in."
She obeyed. He briefly directed Grover to sit by the chauffeur, and they were off.
For a few minutes they sat in silence. The car slipped down the avenue, the lamplight dancing upon the pine-trunks, and came out into the open road, where it crossed the moor, and the day had not wholly faded from the sky. Then Gaunt spoke.