"Where ?" asked something within him mockingly, "Where would she dare go, except to you ?" He stood still to reflect.

"She might go to Dr.Ravenshaw's," he said aloud, as though answering an unseen but real questioner.

"Fool!" came the reply, "you know she would not go to Dr.Ravenshaw's.

She would not dare." And fear gripped his heart coldly.
He stumbled on again, bruising and cutting his limbs among the rocks.

As he went he kept calling her name--"Miss Sisily" at first, and then, as his fear grew stronger, "Sisily, Sisily!" The wind wailed back to him, but that was all.
He stopped again to reflect.