I saw her go away just a little while ago." Bertram turned sharply.
"You saw her go away! What do you mean ?" Small Bessie swelled with importance.

Bessie was thirteen, in spite of her diminutive height.

Bessie's mother was dead, and Bessie's caretakers were gossiping nurses and servants, who frequently left in her way books that were much too old for Bessie to read--but she read them.
"I mean she ain't here--your wife, Mr.Henshaw.She went away.

I saw her.

I guess likely she's eloped, sir." "Eloped!" Bessie swelled still more importantly.