Lucy felt, belatedly, that perhaps she might have.
"Where is she?" she asked. "Where is Innes?"
"I don't know. She ran straight out of College before I could catch her up. I know she came this way, but I don't know where she went from here."
"She will take it very badly?"
"Did you expect her to be brave and noble about the hideous mess?" Beau said savagely, and then, instantly: "Oh, I'm sorry. I do beg your pardon. I know you're sorry about it too. I'm just not fit to be spoken to just now."
"Yes, I am sorry," Lucy said. "I admired Innes the first time I saw her, and I think she would have been an enormous success at Arlinghurst."
"Would have been," muttered Beau.
"How did Miss Rouse take the news? Was she surprised, do you think?"
"I didn't wait to see," Beau said shortly. And presently: "I think I shall go up-stream. There is a little thorn wood up there that she is very fond of; she may be there."
"Are you worried about her?" Lucy asked; feeling that if it were merely comforting that Beau planned, Innes would surely prefer solitude at the moment.