"What do you mean? Why can't you? Has she given instructions that she doesn't wish to see me?"
"Miss Lindsay has gone."
"Gone! Gone where?"
"I apprehend that Miss Lindsay has left Cloverlea for ever."
"You apprehend! Man, you're dreaming! How long is it since she has been gone?"
She glanced towards the trap, as if she meditated jumping into it, and starting in instant pursuit; but if she entertained such an idea Morgan's answer put an end to it.
"Possibly an hour, possibly not quite so much; I cannot say exactly when she started."
He must have been aware that she had not been gone ten minutes; possibly he wished to spare his late mistress the indignity of being chased--even by a friend.
"Where do you say she's gone?"
"The directions were to drive her to the station."