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.