They were on their way to Corsica.
A yearly pilgrimage.

Sentimental perhaps.

It was to Corsica that he carried her off--I mean first of all." There was the slightest contraction of Mr.Blunt's facial muscles.

Very slight; but I, staring at the narrator after the manner of all simple souls, noticed it; the twitch of a pain which surely must have been mental.

There was also a suggestion of effort before he went on: "I suppose you know how he got hold of her ?" in a tone of ease which was astonishingly ill-assumed for such a worldly, self-controlled, drawing-room person.
Mills changed his attitude to look at him fixedly for a moment.