"Yes, I know."
"Wouldn't care to tell anyone, I s'pose. I'm as safe as a house."
"I'm certain you are, only——"
"Oh, well, it doesn't matter so long as he got away all right. He did get away all right, didn't he?"
"Yes, I—I think so—he must have or his servant, Doran, would have told me."
Harrison Smith, on the far side of the hedge, pushed back his clerical hat and frowned deeply.
"And you had no message?"
Isabel shook her head.
"None. So I just tell myself everything is all right."
"Oh, I'm sure it is—certain," said Flora ecstatically. "It's bound to be. Mr. Anthony'd never let himself be beaten by any crowd." She paused. "If only one could be in it—but nothing ever happens down here. Are you staying much longer?"