Mr.
Leigh had had his own troubled thoughts lately, but he forgot them all when he saw his son.

Just at first there was only the sudden agitating joy of the meeting--the happiness of seeing Maurice so well--so thoroughly himself and yet improved--of seeing him at home again; but then came trouble.
"So they are gone ?" he said almost interrupting the first greetings, and the old man instantly knew that all his fancies had been a mistake, and that Maurice had come back to find Lucia.
And they were gone; and he himself had been a coward and a traitor, and had distrusted his own son and let them go away distrusting him! He saw it now too late.

A painful embarrassment seized him.
"Yes," he said hesitatingly.

"They went a week ago." "By New York ?" "Yes." "In the 'Atalanta' for Havre ?" "Yes.

How did you know ?" "I did not know.