“He went to London on Saturday afternoon,” said Maria. “Did you not see him there?”
“No,” replied Thomas, speaking very gravely.
“He bade me tell you this morning that he had gone—in case he did not see you himself in town.”
“Why has he gone? For what purpose?”
“I do not know,” answered Maria. “That was all he said to me.”
Thomas had his earnest dark-grey eyes fixed upon her. Their expression did not tend to lessen the sickness at Maria’s heart. “What address has he left?”
“He gave me none,” replied Maria. “I inferred from what he seemed to intimate that he would be very soon home again. I can scarcely remember what it was he really did say, his departure was so hurried. I knew nothing of it until he had packed his trunk. He said he was going to town on business, and that I was to tell you so on Monday morning.”
“What trunk did he take?”
“The large one.”
“Then he must be thinking of staying some time.”