"Oh, you needn't give me any credit about it," Ingram said. "I stumbled against her by accident: at least, I did not find her out myself."
"Did she send for you?"
"No. But look here, Lavender, this sort of cross-examination will lead to but one thing; and you say yourself you won't try to find out where she is."
"Not from you, any way. But how can I help wanting to know where she is? And my aunt was saying just now that very likely she had gone right away to the other end of London—to Peckham or some such place."
"You have seen Mrs. Lavender, then?"
"I have just come from there. The old heathen thinks the whole affair rather a good joke; but perhaps that was only her way of showing her temper, for she was in a bit of a rage, to be sure. And so Sheila sent me that message?"
"Yes."
"Does she want money? Would you take her some money from me?" he said eagerly. Any bond of union between him and Sheila would be of some value.
"I don't think she needs money; and in any case I know she wouldn't take it from you."
"Well, now, Ingram, you have seen her and talked with her, what do you think she intends to do? What do you think she would have me do?"