Is she upstairs in her room, Robert ?" "I believe so," said Robert Turold, bending abstractedly over his papers.
"But you had better ask Thalassa.

He'll tell you.

Thalassa will know." Mrs.Pendleton looked angrily at him, but was wise enough to forbear from further speech.

She instinctively realized that her brother was beyond argument or reproof.
She went upstairs to look for her niece, but she was not in her room.

She came downstairs again and proceeded to the kitchen.