quest of her father; and presently they heard voices expressing surprise. She came bounding down again in a great hurry, opened a battered and mangy old hair trunk, found it empty, and looked round with her hands clasped and her face full of terror.
‘Father must have gone down to the Booth, sir. I don’t know why he should go there, but he must be there; I’ll bring him in a minute!’ She was gone directly, without her bonnet; with her long, dark, childish hair streaming behind her.
‘What does she mean!’ said Mr. Gradgrind. ‘Back in a minute? It’s more than a mile off.’
Before Mr. Bounderby could reply, a young man appeared at the door, and introducing himself with the