"I
want legal advice."
"I am afraid you will have to put up with me," Kent moved his chair
closer to the one she had selected by the desk. "Rochester is out
of town."
"What!" Barbara sat bolt upright. "Where - where's he gone?"
"I don't know "- Kent pulled Rochester's letter out of his pocket
and re-read it. "He did not mention where he was going."
Barbara stared at him; she had paled.
"When did Philip leave?"
"Last night, I presume." Kent tipped back his chair and pressed
a buzzer; a second later Sylvester appeared in the doorway.
"Did Mr. Rochester tell you where he was going?" he asked the clerk.
"No, sir. Mr. Rochester stated that you had his address.
"I?" Kent concealed his growing surprise. "Did he leave any message
for me, other than the letter?"
"No, sir.
"At what hour did he leave the office?"
"I can't say, sir; he was still here when I went away at five
o'clock. He gave me a key to the office so that I could get in
this morning." Kent remained silent, and he added, "Is that all,
sir?"
"Yes, thanks," and the clerk retired.
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