Inez had not been seen.

Without communicating his intention to any one, the bridegroom proceeded with a palpitating heart to the little sequestered arbour, where he had overheard his bride offering up those petitions for his happiness and conversion.

Here, too, he was disappointed; and then all was afloat, in the painful incertitude of doubt and conjecture.
For many hours, a secret distrust of the motives of his wife caused Middleton to proceed in the search with delicacy and caution.

But as day dawned, without restoring her to the arms of her father or her husband, reserve was thrown aside, and her unaccountable absence was loudly proclaimed.

The enquiries after the lost Inez were now direct and open; but they proved equally fruitless.