But at least he personally would not have been involved.
He dropped Lord Yaxley, still trying vainly to find out what was worrying him, at his lodgings and then drove to Helstone House to find Mr. Grotham waiting for him with a large number of invitations, none of which he wished to accept.
He half-hoped, although he thought it unlikely, that Calista might have communicated with him. But amongst the private letters placed on his desk there was no handwriting like that on the note she had sent asking him to meet her on the bridge over the Serpentine.
‘Where could she have gone?’ he wondered.
It had in fact been puzzling him all day.
He had never contemplated what a girl could actually do when she ran away from home.
There were of course many young women who had escaped from paternal a
