Then he burst out: "It's about Miss Molly--the doctor bein' away and all." "About Miss Molly ?" Sara felt a sudden clutch at her heart.

"What do you mean?
Quick, Brady, what is it ?" "Well, miss, I've just seed 'er go off 'long o' Mr.Kent in his big motor-car.

They took the London road, and"-- here Brady shuffled his feet with much embarrassment--"seein' as Mr.Kent's a married man, I'll be bound he's up to no good wi' Miss Molly." Sara could have stamped with vexation.

The little fool--oh! The utter little _fool_--to go off joy-riding in an evening like that! A break-down of any kind, with a consequent delay in returning, and all Monkshaven would be buzzing with the tale! For the moment, however, there was nothing to be done except to put Black Brady in his place and pray for Molly's speedy return.
"Well, Brady," she said coldly, "I imagine Mr.Kent's a good enough driver to bring Miss Selwyn back safely.

I don't think there's anything to worry about." Brady stared at her out of his sullen eyes.
"You haven't understood, miss," he said doggedly.