But it's all your fault.

Do you remember that morning when you bothered me into letting the girl stay?
Fine things have come of it, seure enough.' 'But we don't know that they're together.' 'But we do, I say, Mrs Prothero; or why should they go off together?
Fine things, indeed, for the gossips! Two 'lopements from one house.

The young hussy.' Mrs Prothero could not help crying.

To lose them both at once--a son and one who had been better than a daughter to her--it was too sad--and to feel so uncertain as to what would become of them! Mr Prothero was resolved to take no notice of her tears, but hastily swallowed his breakfast and went out.

The servants did not need to be asked about the fugitives.