“Really I might have gone there first. Where is Mrs. Walsh?” he asked.
“She is with Anna. We fear to leave her alone. It seems she never for one moment lost hope, or had any other belief than that they would come back safe and well.”
“And are you alone here?” he said.
“Yes, for the present.”
“I should think you needed Mrs. Walsh rather more than she does,” he commented with some little brusqueness.
“You must go to her at once when you return to town. I am sure she will feel it if you do not,” urged Virginia.
He drove straight to Anna's. There in the darkened parlour he waited impatiently for a full half hour before she made her appearance. When she at last entered the room, she greeted him with such lack of warmth, that he instantly felt that here he was held in positive disfavour.
“I heard last night that you were home, and I have been expecting you all the morning,” she said resentfully. “Have you seen Virginia?”
“Yes.”
She frowned slightly.