For a moment, Burgoyne turns away, voice and countenance alike beyond his control. He has by no means perfectly recovered either, when he answers—
"Yes, with someone else—she has reached the pitch of turpitude of leaving Florence with her mother."
"She is gone?" cries Mrs. Byng, with an accent of the highest relief and joy; "gone away altogether, do you mean?—oh, thank God!"—then, with a sudden lapse into affright, she adds rapidly—"and he is gone after her?—he is not here?"
"No, he is here."
"Then why has not he come to meet me?"—suspiciously.
"He did not know you were expected."
"You did not tell him?"
"No."
"Why did not you tell him?"
"I did not know how he would take it."