"Isn"t she here yet?" she asked, startled. "She was coming back from Oldhampton by the afternoon train, and promised to meet me here."
Miles looked at his watch.
"The attractions of Oldhampton have evidently proved too strong for her," he said a little drily. "If she had come by the afternoon train, she would have been here an hour ago."
Sara looked troubled.
"Oh, but she _must_ be here--somewhere," she insisted rather anxiously.
"Shall I see if I can find her for you?" suggested Trent stiffly.
Sara, sensing his wish to be gone and genuinely disturbed at Molly"s non-appearance, acquiesced.
"I should be very glad if you would," she answered. Then turning to Miles, she went on: "I can"t think where she can be. Somehow, Molly has become rather--difficult, lately."
Herrick smiled.
"Don"t look so distressed. It is only a little ebullition of _la jeunesse_."
Sara turned to him swiftly.
"Then you"ve noticed it, too--that she is different?"
He nodded.
"Lookers-on see most of the game, you know. And I"m essentially a looker-on." He bit back a quick sigh, and went on hastily: "But I don"t think you need worry about our Molly"s vagaries. She"s too sound _au fond_ to get into real mischief."
"She wouldn"t mean to," conceded Sara. "But she is----" She hesitated.
"Youthfully irresponsible," suggested Miles. "Let it go at that."
Sara looked at him affectionately, reflecting that Trent"s black cynicism made a striking foil to the serene and constant charity of Herrick"s outlook.
"You always look for the best in people, Miles," she said appreciatively.
"I have to. Don"t you see, people are my whole world. I"m cut off from everything else. If I didn"t look for the best in them, I should want to kill myself. And I"m pretty lucky," he added, smiling humorously. "I generally find what I"m looking for."
At this moment Trent returned with the news that Molly was nowhere to be found. It was evident she had not come to Greenacres at all.
Sara rose, feeling oddly apprehensive.
"Then I think I shall go home and see if she has arrived there yet,"
she said. She smiled down at Miles. "Even irresponsibility needs checking--if carried too far."
CHAPTER XVI
THE FLIGHT
The first person Sara encountered on her return to Sunnyside was Jane Crab, unmistakably bursting to impart some news.
"The doctor"s going away, miss," she announced, flinging her bombsh.e.l.l without preliminary.
"Going away?" Sara"s surprise was entirely gratifying, and Jane continued volubly--
"Yes, miss. A telegram came for him early in the afternoon, while he was out on his rounds, asking him to go to a friend who is lying at death"s door, as you may say. And please, miss, Dr. Selwyn said he would be glad to see you as soon as you came in."
"Very well, I"ll go to him at once. Where is Miss Molly? Has she come back yet?"
"Come and gone again, miss. The doctor asked her to send off a wire for him."
"I see." Sara nodded somewhat abstractly. She was still wondering confusedly why Molly had failed to put in any appearance at Greenacres.
"What time did she come in?"
"About a quarter of an hour ago, miss. She missed the early train back from Oldhampton."
Sara"s instant feeling of relief was tempered by a mild element of self-reproach. She had been agitating herself about nothing--allowing her uneasiness about Molly to become a perfect obsession, leading her into the wildest imaginings. Here had she been disquieting herself the entire afternoon because Molly had not turned up as arranged, and after all, the simple, commonplace explanation of the matter was that she had missed her train!
Smiling over the groundlessness of her fears, Sara hastened away to Selwyn"s study, and found him, seated at his desk, scribbling some hurried motes concerning various cases among his patients for the enlightenment of the medical man who was taking charge of the practice during his absence.
"Oh, there you are, Sara!" he exclaimed, laying down his pen as she entered. "I"m glad you have come back before I go. I"m off in half-an-hour. Did Jane tell you?"
"Yes. I"m very sorry your friend is so ill."
Selwyn"s face clouded over.
"I"d like to see him again," he answered simply. "We haven"t met for some years--not since my wife"s health brought me to Monkshaven--but we were good pals at one time, he and I. Luckily, I"ve been able to arrange with Dr. Mitch.e.l.l to include my patients in his round, and if you"ll take charge of everything here at home, Sara, I shall have nothing to worry about while I"m away."
"Of course I will. It"s very nice of you to entrust your family to my care so confidently."
"Quite confidently," he replied. "I"m not afraid of anything going wrong if you"re at the helm."
"How long do you expect to be away?" asked Sara presently.
"A couple of days at the outside. I hope to get back the day after to-morrow."
Denuded of Selwyn"s big, kindly presence, the house seemed curiously silent. Even Jane Crab appeared to feel the effect of his absence, and strove less forcefully with her pots and pans--which undoubtedly made for an increase of peace and quiet--while Molly was frankly depressed, stealing restlessly in and out of the rooms like some haunting shadow.
"What on earth"s the matter with you?" Sara asked her laughingly.
"Hasn"t your father ever been away from home before? You"re wandering about like an uneasy spirit!"
"I _am_ an uneasy spirit," responded Molly bluntly. "I feel as though I"d a cold coming on, and I always like Dad to doctor me when I"m ill."
"I can doctor a cold," affirmed Sara briskly. "Put your feet in hot water and mustard to-night and stay in bed to-morrow."
Molly considered the proposed remedies in silence.