I only hope that Oliver hasn't met with an accident and is lying somewhere without help.

I'm going to remain here for the night, however, and Stafford will come back early in the morning and go more thoroughly into things--I suppose there'll have to be a search of the neighbourhood." They had walked slowly up a path on the side of the cliff as they talked, and now the girl stopped before a small cottage which stood at the end of the churchyard, set in a tree-shaded garden, and looking out on the bay.
She laid her hand on the gate, glancing at Copplestone, and suddenly she spoke, a little impulsively.
"Will you come in and speak to my mother ?" she said.

"She was a great admirer of Mr.Oliver's acting--and she knew him at one time.

She will be interested--and grieved." Copplestone followed her up the garden and into the house, where she led the way into a small old-fashioned parlour in which a grey-haired woman, who had once been strikingly handsome, and whose face seemed to the visitor to bear traces of great trouble, sat writing at a bureau.

She turned in surprise as her daughter led Copplestone in, but her manner became remarkably calm and collected as Audrey explained who he was and why he was there.