On his return in the afternoon, he found it awaiting him.
An hour later he was in Oakley Crescent.

He stood looking at the house for a moment, then approached, and knocked at the door.

He asked if Miss Elvan was at home.
"She's gone away," was the reply of the landlady, who spoke distantly, her face a respectable blank.
"Left for good ?" "Yes, sir," answered the woman, her eyes falling.
"You don't know where she has gone to ?" "It's somewhere abroad, sir--in France, I think.

She has a sister there." This was at five o'clock or so.

Of what happened during the next four hours, Will had never a very distinct recollection.