She had dined in Kensington Square the night before, and this was eleven o'clock in the morning.
It looked very much as if she had deliberately intended to leave them in the dark as to her movements.

People didn't go out of town indefinitely "for the present," on an hour's notice.

The thought brought sudden tears to Janet's eyes, which she winked back angrily.

"I am getting to be a perfect old maid!" she reflected.

"Why shouldn't Frida go to Kamschatka, if she wants to, without giving us notice?
It's only her eccentric way of doing things." And she frowned upon, her sudden resolution to rush off to Fleet Street in a cab and inquire of Mrs.Jordan.