"Goodness knows," said Delia; "he followed me when we went over to the doctor's house, and I ain't seen him since."
Diana turned and looked at her. "The doctor's house? Who went?"
"Dr. Anthony and Miss Betty and me. They asked me. She hadn't ever seen it, and he wanted to show it to her."
Diana felt her heart stand still.
"Did you go—into every room, Delia?"
So he had taken little Betty there. They had entered that room to which, that very morning, she had carried white lilacs, moved by some impulse to call it her own until some one else should have the right to claim it.
"I'll look up Peter," she told Delia, hastily. "You needn't wait for me."
The town clock struck half-past eleven as she went through the garden—wraith-like in her long white wrap.
"Peter," she called softly, "Peter, Peter."