Young people in _my_ young days----" Aunty saw that Sylvia was growing very red, and looking as if she were on the point of saying something; Molly's queer behaviour had made her nervous: it would never do for Sylvia, too, to shock Miss Wren's notion of the proprieties by bursting out with some speech in Molly's defence.
So aunty interrupted the old lady by some remark about her shawl not being thick enough for the drive, which quite distracted her attention.
As soon as she had gone, grandmother sent Sylvia upstairs to look for Molly.

Sylvia came back looking rather alarmed.

No Molly was there.

Where could she be?
Grandmother began to feel a little uneasy.
"She is nowhere in the house," said Sylvia.

"Marcelline says she saw her go out about half-an-hour ago.