Maybe she is somewhere." Yes, maybe she was somewhere, but so long as Richard did not know where, it was poor comfort for him.

One thing, however, he could do--he could save her good name until the matter was further investigated; and pulling Harry after him into his room, he sat down by the cold, dark stove, over which he crouched shiveringly, while he said, "Ethie has gone to visit a friend, most likely--a Mrs.Amsden, who lives in the direction of Olney.

So please, for her sake, do not say either now or ever who went on the train with her." "You have my word as a gentleman that I will not," Harry replied; "and as no one but myself ever knew that they were cousins and acquaintances, their names need not be mentioned together, even if she never returns." "But she will--she will come back, Ethie will.

She has only gone to Mrs.
Amsden's," Richard replied, his teeth chattering and his voice betraying all the fear and anguish he tried so hard to hide.
Harry saw how cold he seemed, and with his own hands built a quick wood fire, and then asked: "Shall I leave you alone, or would you prefer me to stay ?" "Yes, stay.

I do not like being here alone, though Ethie will come back.
She's only gone to visit Mrs.Amsden," and Richard whispered the words, "gone to visit Mrs.Amsden." It is pitiful to see a strong man cut down so suddenly, and every nerve of Harry's throbbed in sympathy as he sat watching the deserted husband walking up and down the room, now holding his cold fingers to the fire and now saying to himself: "She has only gone to Mrs.Amsden's.