"Excuse me, Lady Dedlock," says Mr. Tulkinghorn, quite unmoved. "I am not sure that I understand you. You want--"
"To be lost to all here. I leave Chesney Wold to-night. I go this hour."
Mr. Tulkinghorn shakes his head. She rises, but he, without moving hand from chair-back or from old-fashioned waistcoat and shirt-frill, shakes his head.
"What? Not go as I have said?"

"Excuse me, Lady Dedlock," says Mr. Tulkinghorn, unmoved. "I am not sure that I understand you. You want-"
"To be lost to all here. I leave Chesney Wold tonight. I go this hour."
Mr. Tulkinghorn shakes his head.
