"Strelsa in the library, pulling on her gloves, was silent witness to a pantomime unmistakable."
He came up offering his hand and she took it, then stood a moment in desultory conversation, facing the others so as to include Quarren.
"I thought I overheard you say to Molly that you were going back to town this afternoon," she remarked, casting a brief glance in his direction.
"I think I'd better go," he said, pleasantly.
"A matter of business I suppose?" eyebrows slightly lifted.
"In a way. Dankmere is alone, poor fellow."
Molly laughed:
"It is not good for man to be alone."