"If they have gone away together, at least let me know for certain that
he is safe--that we may expect to hear from him again soon; and I will
not press you further than for information that will prove to me the
truth. I speak plainly, for this is a most painful case."
Harry paused, astonished at the change which had come over Janet, who,
as the meaning of his words dawned upon her to their full extent,
started back, and with one hand tore hastily at her throat, as if to
check the strangling sensation that would arise. Then as she leaned
towards him, as if fascinated by his eye, she gasped forth--
"Do you mean--do you mean?" she cried, hoarsely repeating her words, as
her face assumed a livid aspect.
"Yes, yes; you know whom I mean--Mr Redgrave--"
"Mr Redgrave!" she said, hastily.
"Yes!" exclaimed Harry, "that gentleman who came here with me. He
disappeared a week since. Tell me where they have gone, and you shall
be rewarded."
Still her gaze was wild and fixed, and no words fell from her lips, till
in his impatience, and feeling that she was playing with him. Harry
seized one of the bony wrists, when, the touch galvanising her into
action, she snatched her hand away, and, as if fleeing from the memory
of some past horror, tottered into the back-room; but not to escape, for
she was closely followed by Harry.
Volume 2, Chapter XVIII.