hesaid，whenhewasclosetoher。Thenshejumpedupquickly，andturnedroundfacinghim。’WhereisDobbs？’shesaid。’WhereisDobbs？’
’Heisnothere。’
’Heisinthehouse，forIheardhim。Whyhaveyoucomeback？’
Dalrymple’seyefellonthetatteredcanvas，andhethoughtofthedoingsofthepastmonth。HethoughtofthepictureofthethreeGraces，whichwashangingintheroombelow，andhethoroughlywishedthathehadneverbeenintroducedtotheBroughtonestablishment。Howwashetogetthroughhispresentdifficulty？’No，’saidhe，’Broughtondidnotcome。ItwasMrMusselborowhosestepsyouheardbelow。’
’Whatisheherefor？Whatishedoinghere？WhereisDobbs？Conway，thereissomethingthematter。Hashegoneoff？’