I instantly rose and left the room to go in search of Rachel and demand an explanation of her words; but Mr.Hargrave followed me into the anteroom, and before I could open its outer door, gently laid his hand upon the lock.

'May I tell you something, Mrs.Huntingdon ?' said he, in a subdued tone, with serious, downcast eyes.
'If it be anything worth hearing,' replied I, struggling to be composed, for I trembled in every limb.
He quietly pushed a chair towards me.

I merely leant my hand upon it, and bid him go on.
'Do not be alarmed,' said he: 'what I wish to say is nothing in itself; and I will leave you to draw your own inferences from it.

You say that Annabella is not yet returned ?' 'Yes, yes--go on!' said I, impatiently; for I feared my forced calmness would leave me before the end of his disclosure, whatever it might be.
'And you hear,' continued he, 'that Huntingdon is gone out with Grimsby ?' 'Well ?' 'I heard the latter say to your husband--or the man who calls himself so--' 'Go on, sir!' He bowed submissively, and continued: 'I heard him say,--"I shall manage it, you'll see! They're gone down by the water; I shall meet them there, and tell him I want a bit of talk with him about some things that we needn't trouble the lady with; and she'll say she can be walking back to the house; and then I shall apologise, you know, and all that, and tip her a wink to take the way of the shrubbery.

I'll keep him talking there, about those matters I mentioned, and anything else I can think of, as long as I can, and then bring him round the other way, stopping to look at the trees, the fields, and anything else I can find to discourse of."' Mr.Hargrave paused, and looked at me.
Without a word of comment or further questioning, I rose, and darted from the room and out of the house.