There was too much luggage for a short visit, so it was evident that a long journey was contemplated, and she determined not to leave London until she had found out where John was going. When she went down-stairs again she heard the sound of voices in the library and so entered.
Gaunt and Edward Drake were talking earnestly together, and they stopped when they saw her.
“Good-morning,” she said brightly.
“Good-morning,” Drake replied curtly.
“John, I have just left Mildred. I want you to come back with me to see her,” she said earnestly.
“Did she send you to me? Have you any message?” he asked eagerly.
“No. Mildred has not been very well, and I am sure if you saw her, everything would come right. I have seen that your trunks are packed, and I fear that you are going to do something stupid.”
“My wife will have to come to me, after what has happened,” Gaunt answered sternly.
“John, don’t let any silly pride ruin your happiness. After all, Mildred has some cause for complaint.”
“I refuse to discuss it,” he answered with a harsh laugh, and strode from the room.