'I knew it....

Telephone, please, to Fallerton for the taxi, while I go and speak to Forest.' She gave the order and then hastened into the hall where Mrs.
Gaddesden was busy trimming a hat.

The Squire's eldest daughter sprang up at sight of Elizabeth.
'Oh, what is it?
I know it's bad news--it's Desmond!' Elizabeth repeated the telegram.

'Your father is going off at once.
I have telephoned for the car.' 'Oh, but I must go too--of course I must!' said Alice, weeping.
'Where is my maid ?' Elizabeth pointed out gently that, in speaking of the permits for France, Major Mannering had only referred to the Squire and Pamela.
'Oh, but he must have meant me too--of course he must! Where is my maid ?' She rang the upstairs' bell violently.

'Oh, father, how _awful_!'-- the Squire had just entered the hall--'of course I'm going with you ?' 'What does she mean ?' said the Squire impatiently to Elizabeth.
'Tell her I'm going alone.' 'But, father, you must take me!' cried Alice, running forward with clasped hands.