"Only to tell you that I had a letter from Emma this morning. I should not have come up so late but for believing the family were all out."
"What does Emma say?"
"Not much. Emma never does, you know. She sends some kind messages to you and a kiss to Marie: and she asks how much longer I mean to linger at Greylands. That is about all."
"But does she ask nothing about Anthony?"
"She asks in a general way, whether we know more yet. Which of course we do not."
"Have you made anything out of that young Dance, George?"
"Nothing. There's nothing to be made out of him. Except that I feel convinced the tale he tells is not all true. I was in the Friar's Keep to-night----"
"And saw nothing?" she eagerly interrupted.
"And saw nothing. It was dark and silent and lonely as usual. Sometimes I ask myself what it is that I can reasonably expect to see."
"Yes, I know; you have thought that from the first," she said reproachfully. "My brain is at work always I have no rest by night or by day."