"I have just been there.

They are in the utmost alarm and distress--at least, Mr.Walraven appears to be.
Mollie has again disappeared." "By Jove!" cried Mr.Ingelow, in dismay.
"She left the house late last night.

One of the servants, it appears, saw her go, and she has never been heard of or seen since." "By Jove!" for the second time exclaimed Hugh Ingelow.
"It is supposed that she has met with foul play--been inveigled away from home, and is in the power of a villain." "Well," said Mr.Ingelow, drawing a long breath, "Miss Dane has the greatest knack of causing sensations of any lady I ever knew.

Pray, are you aware this is the second time such a thing has happened ?" "I am quite aware of it.

Also, that she went against her will." "Indeed! Being so near a relative, it is natural you should be posted.
And now, may I beg to know," said the young man, with cool politeness, "why you do me the honor to come and inform me ?" Miriam looked at him with her eagle glance--keen, side-long, searching.
Mr.Ingelow made her a slight bow.
"Well, madame ?" smiling carelessly.
"Do you not know ?" "I ?"--a broad stare.