“No, he frightened me by a thump on the door outside. I said, ‘Who’s there?’ ‘You know,’ he answered. ‘Will you alter your mind, and tell me the rest? You shall! Sooner or later I’ll wring it out of you. You know where Anne Catherick is at this moment.’ ‘Indeed, indeed,’ I said, ‘I don’t.’ ‘You do!’ he called back. ‘I’ll crush your obstinacy⁠—mind that!⁠—I’ll wring it out of you!’ He went away with those words⁠—went away, Marian, hardly five minutes ago.”

He had not found Anne! We were safe for that night⁠—he had not found her yet.

“You are going downstairs, Marian? Come up again in the evening.”

“Yes, yes. Don’t be uneasy if I am a little late⁠—I must be careful not to give offence by leaving them too soon.”

The dinner-bell rang and I hastened away.