ANDR. (_turns and speaks to her_). I met a stranger on the beach yesterday evening. He inquired for you and the way to your house. AUDR. Indeed. ANDR. He asked a great many questions about you. AUDR. What questions? ANDR. How you lived in this quiet place, and who were your friends, and where you were yesterday. AUDR. Did he give his name? ANDR. I didn't ask for it. I suppose he's staying in the place. I saw him at the door of the George later in the evening. AUDR. One of my London friends, I suppose. What did you reply to his questions? ANDR. I told him Mr. Feversham was one of your friends, but as I didn't know where you were yesterday, of course I couldn't tell him, could I? (_Looks at her, exit._) AUDR. Did you notice that? MICH. Notice what? AUDR. The look that man gave me as he went out. Does he suspect us? MICH. Impossible. AUDR. I feel sure he does. Send for him and question him at once. I'll go. _Enter FANNY with a letter._ FANNY. For you, ma'am. (_Giving letter to AUDRIE, who glances at it, shows a sharp, frightened surprise, instantly concealed, and then stands motionless._) FANNY. The gentleman's waiting for an answer. AUDR. (_very quiet, cold voice_). I'll come at once. (_Exit FANNY._) MICH. What's the matter? AUDR. Nothing. Question that man. Find out if he knows anything. I'll come back as soon as I can. (_Exit, without opening letter._) MICH. (_follows her to door, closes it after her, then goes to right door, calls_). Andrew. _Re-enter ANDREW._ MICH. What is this passage you're in difficulty about? ANDR. (_comes to him with old manuscripts_). What's the matter? MICH. My head is dizzy this morning. ANDR. Didn't you say you couldn't sleep? MICH. What time did you get back from Saint Margaret's yesterday? ANDR. About twelve. MICH. You saw my uncle off by the afternoon train? ANDR. Yes. MICH. And then? (_ANDREW does not reply._) You were surprised to find me coming back with Withycombe instead of staying till Saturday? ANDR. No. MICH. Withycombe's message about the telegram a little disturbed me. (_A little pause, watching ANDREW._) I thought perhaps Mrs. Lesden might have started to come to Saint Decuman's (_pause, still watching ANDREW_), and been lost on the way. ANDR. Did you? MICH. She is such a strange, flighty creature, that I should scarcely be surprised at anything she took it into her head to do. ANDR. (_looking him full in the face_). She went up to London, didn't she? MICH. (_wincing a little_). Yes. ANDR. And came back through the night by the mail? MICH. Yes. Why do you look at me like that? ANDR. I beg your pardon. Is there any other question you'd like to ask me? MICH. Question? About what? ANDR. About Mrs. Lesden--or anything that's troubling you. MICH. Troubling me? I'm not troubled about anything. ANDR. Oh! I thought perhaps you were. (_Going._) MICH. Andrew. (_ANDREW stops._) I've been thinking about--about Rose. ANDR. Have you?