She be
gone too."
Nor could the old woman tell where she was to be found. "My Lady's
woman sent her in," she said, "and she was glad enough to be rid of
her."
"Come, now, my good woman, speak out, and it will be better for you,"
said the Major. "I know my daughter was here yesterday."
"And what do I know of where she be gone? She went off in a sedan-
chair this morning before seven o'clock, and if you was to put me to
the rack I couldn't say no more."
As to which way or with whom she had gone, the old woman was,
apparently, really ignorant.
The poor Major had to return home baffled and despairing, still taking
the tipstaff with him, in case, on consultation with Mr. Belamour, it
should be deemed expedient to storm Hanover Square itself, and examine
Lady Belamour and her servants upon oath.
Behold, the parlour was empty. Even Betty and Eugene were absent. The
Major hastened to knock at Mr. Belamour's door. There was no answer;
and when he knocked louder it was still in vain. He tried the door
and found it locked. Then he retreated to the sitting-room, rang, and
made inquiries of the waiter who answered the bell.
Mr. Belamour had received a note at about ten o'clock, and had gone
out with him "in great disorder," said the waiter.
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