Caroline ate little and kept trying to force herself to understand what was being said to her, to listen attentively and to make at least intelligible answers even if they were not intelligent ones; but all the time her brain was puzzling over Mr. Warlingham’s appearance at the Inn, of his acquaintance with Sir Montagu and, what was for the moment of paramount importance, the question whether he had recognised her.
She remembered how she had turned her head away that night in the parlour, so that her bonnet should cast a shadow over her face. Perhaps he had not known who she was. It was unlikely that, if he had left the moment she had gone upstairs, he would have returned after committing the crime. He would have got away from the place as swiftly as possible so that there should be no wi
