He was trying to catch what they were saying but they were too far from him and were speaking in very low voices. As the wet twilight deepened I stopped in a solitary bridle-path which I had been pursuing an hour or more. He was not so much surprised to see me as I had expected. I had gone to bed and fell asleep when my guardian knocked at the door of my room and begged me to get up directly. I was having a wash and brush-up before starting out to go to the luncheon Elliot had invited me to when they rang up from the reception to say that he was below. Mrs Bedwin who was listening at the parlour door hastened into the corridor in a breathless state. Sara was right in her prediction. Madam Sharon's face was a picture the next morning when she found out that Sara had gone.
