Lord Windlehurst had said that he had left the House.
She did not ask if he was in--it had not been her custom for a long time--and servants were curious people; but she looked at the hall-table.

Yes, there was a hat which had evidently just been placed there, and gloves, and a stick.

He was at home, then.
She hurried to her room, dropped her opera-cloak on a chair, looked at herself in the glass, a little fluttered and critical, and then crossed the hallway to Eglington's bedroom.

She listened for a moment.

There was no sound.