"No. I am Miss Copley. Where can I find my father? Please tell me as quick as you can."
"Sartain—ef I knowed it. Now I wisht I did! Mr. Copley, he comes and he goes, and he don't tell me which way; and there it is, you see."
"Where is Mr. St. Leger?"
"Mr. Silliger? Don't know the gentleman. Likely Mr. Copley doos. But he ain't here to say. Mebbe it 'ud be a good plan to make a note of it. That's what Mr. Copley allays says; 'make a note of it.'"
"You do not know, sir, perhaps, whether Mr. Copley is in London?"
"He was in London—'taint very long ago, for he was in this here office, and I see him; but that warn't yesterday, and it warn't the day before. Where he's betaken himself between whiles, ain't known to me. Shall I make a note, miss, against he comes?"
"No," said Dolly, turning away; "no need. And no use."
She rejoined Mrs. Jersey and they went back to the carriage.
"He is not there," she said excitedly; "and he has not been there for several days. We must go to his lodgings—all the way back almost!"
"Never mind," said the housekeeper. "We have the day before us."