" The chauffeur returned at midnight to say that he had found no clue to the young master. He had even ventured so far as to call at the door and ask to speak with the young lady; but she had declared most decidedly that she knew nothing of his where-abouts. He was very sure about that lost ten dollars. It seemed somehow that he had been ill-used. Nobody had thought to save him any supper, either. "

― Grace Livingston Hill , The Measure of a Man