It was easy enough to understand that he should himself inform the governess of an incident, so entirely beyond the reach of his own interference as the flight of Zo.

But it was impossible to assume that the furious anger which his face betrayed, could have been excited by a child who had run away from a lesson.

No: the vainest of men and musicians had heard that he was ugly, and that his pianoforte-playing resembled the performance of a musical box.
They left the room together--Carmina, ill at ease, to attend on her aunt; Miss Minerva, pondering on what had happened, to find the fugitive Zo.
The footman had already spared her the trouble of searching the house.

He had seen Zo running out bare-headed into the Square, and had immediately followed her.

The young rebel was locked up.