“Yes, and his brother. It is a curious business for a parson to join in.”
“Mildred, I warn you to prepare yourself for a disappointment if you think that you will be able to persuade your husband to back out of it. He loves you passionately; but there are some things that have more weight with him than love.”
“I don’t think he will go, if I can only see him,” Lady Mildred answered confidently.
The conversation languished and they were both relieved when at last the car stopped at their house in Park Lane.
“Is your master in?” Lady Mildred demanded of the footman.
“No, my lady. He left a couple of hours ago,” was the answer.
She entered quickly and ran up to her room in the hope that there might be a letter for her, but there was nothing there.
“I will ask the servants if there is any message. You had better rest quietly; you look ill,” Lady Ethel said and hastened away.
She returned in a few minutes, and her face was grave as she sat down by her sister.
“He has gone, and has left no message at all. I have been to his rooms, and the trunks are not there,” she announced.