Chapter Twenty-NineRachel stood quite still and looked after him. She was aware of Miss Silver leaving the room and going upstairs. Ernest Wadlow went past her, making small nervous sounds of disapproval. It was a relief to feel that Cherry’s elopement would be likely to keep him occupied for the rest of the afternoon. Mabel would certainly be prostrated, and a prostrated Mabel meant an attendant Ernest. Neither of them would have time to think about Caroline.
Caroline—she winced away from the name—Caroline in trouble should have run to her, not away. But she had run away. Why?
Miss Silver was there again, a little out of breath.
‘I went to see if she had left a note. There is nothing.’
Rachel looked at her with wretched eyes.
‘Why did she go?’
‘She knew something, Miss Treherne.’
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