“No.”
“She saw nobody from the house then, except a certain Mr. Hartright, who accidentally met with her in the churchyard here?”
“Nobody else.”
“Mr. Hartright was employed at Limmeridge as a drawing-master, I believe? Is he a member of one of the Water-Colour Societies?”
“I believe he is,” answered Miss Halcombe.
He paused for a moment, as if he was thinking over the last answer, and then added—
“Did you find out where Anne Catherick was living, when she was in this neighbourhood?”
“Yes. At a farm on the moor, called Todd’s Corner.”
“It is a duty we all owe to the poor creature herself to trace her,” continued Sir Percival. “She may have said something at Todd’s Corner which may help us to find her. I will go there and make inquiries on the chance. In the meantime, as I cannot prevail on myself to discuss this painful subject with Miss Fairlie, may I beg, Miss Halcombe, that you will kindly undertake to give her the necessary explanation, deferring it of course until you have received the reply to that note.”
Miss Halcombe promised to comply with his request. He thanked her, nodded pleasantly, and left us, to go and establish himself in his own room. As he opened the door the cross-grained greyhound poked out her sharp muzzle from under the sofa, and barked and snapped at him.