"She is gone," he answered.
"Our girl has gone to Egypt." The Duchess almost staggered to her feet.

"Windlehurst--gone!" she gasped.
"I called to see her.

Her ladyship had gone into the country, the footman said.

I saw the butler, a faithful soul, who would die--or clean the area steps--for her.

He was discreet; but he knew what you and I are to her.