"We shall hear of it," Coke answered, "and can buy him out." And then there was silence again. And he wondered again what was to be done next.
Below, the house was quiet. Either the bailiffs had removed their prisoner, or she had been released, and she and they had gone their ways. Even Grocott, it would seem, terrified by the position in which he found himself, had taken himself off for a while, for not a sound save the measured ticking of clocks broke the silence of the house, above stairs or below. After a time, as Sophia said nothing, Sir Hervey moved to the window and looked into the Row. The coach that had waited so long was gone. A thin rain was beginning to fall, and through it a pastrycook's boy with a tray on his head was approaching the next house. Otherwise the street was empty.
"Did--did my sister send you?" she faltered at last.
"No."
"How did you find me?"
"I heard from your brother-in-law," he answered, his face still averted.
"What?"
"That you had gone to Davies Street."
"He knew?" she muttered.
"Yes."