‘Are you going somewhere? How’s Mrs Bennet?’ They were standing side by side, nice Mr Pollock and Mr Oakham, with overnight zip-up bags, saying goodbye to her. The doctor hadn’t even come down. ‘I’m afraid,’ Harry smiled at her in his friendly way, ‘that something has come up and we’ve been called away. And Mrs Bennet’s fine. The Doctor says she must have eaten something and collapsed in the car park. Lucky I looked for her. But she’ll be up and about by tomorrow.’ ‘Where are you going? When will you be back? I hope it’s nothing wrong …’ She kept shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe it. Going, just like that. Both of them. She said it again, ‘But when will you be back, Mr Oakham?’ ‘I’ll let you know,’ Harry answered. ‘We must go now, or we’ll miss the last train. You be a good girl and look after everything for me.’ And to Jane’s astonishment, he leaned across and pecked her on the cheek. Outside, as they hurried down the steps, Jan said, ‘Where are we going, Harry?
