And, at every passing minute he was less and less all right; until presently he was all wrong.
For the best part of an hour, in pursuance of her husband's counsel, the Mistress sat and waited for the prodigal's return.

Then, surreptitiously, she made a round of the house; sent a man to ransack the stables, telephoned to the gate lodge, and finally came into the Master's study, big-eyed and pale.
"He isn't anywhere around," she reported, frightened.

"It's dinner time.

He's been gone in hour.

Nobody's seen him.