“What did Sir Patrick want?”
“Only to warn me. They have found out at Windygates that I am here.”
“That’s awkward, isn’t it?”
“Not in the least. I can manage perfectly; I have nothing to fear. Don’t think of me—think of yourself.”
“I am not suspected, am I?”
“Thank heaven—no. But there is no knowing what may happen if you stay here. Ring the bell at once, and ask the waiter about the trains.”
Struck by the unusual obscurity of the sky at that hour of the evening, Arnold went to the window. The rain had come—and was falling heavily. The view on the moor was fast disappearing in mist and darkness.
“Pleasant weather to travel in!” he said.
“The railway!” Anne exclaimed, impatiently. “It’s getting late. See about the railway!”
Arnold walked to the fire-place to ring the bell. The railway time-table hanging over it met his eye.