He did not finish his sentence, but stared in the direction of the bedroom as though suspecting something was wrong.
Mrs. Heywood came trembling out. She had a scared look.
“Oh, Herbert!”
Herbert was alarmed by the look on her face.
“Is Clare ill—or something?”
“She isn’t there,” said Mrs. Heywood.
The old lady was rather breathless.
“Not there!” said Herbert in a dazed way.
“She went in to dress a few minutes ago,” said his mother.
Herbert stared at her. He was really very much afraid, but he spoke irritably: