Hush!"
Iris returned to the dining-room with her book; and polite Mr. Vimpany
owned in the readiest manner that he had been mistaken.
The remaining days of the week followed each other wearily. During the
interval, Lord Harry's friend carefully preserved the character of a
model guest--he gave as little trouble as possible. Every morning after
breakfast the doctor went away by the train. Every morning (with
similar regularity) he was followed by the resolute Fanny Mere.
Pursuing his way through widely different quarters of Paris, he
invariably stopped at a public building, invariably presented a letter
at the door, and was invariably asked to walk in. Inquiries, patiently
persisted in by the English maid, led in each case to the same result.
The different public buildings were devoted to the same benevolent
purpose. Like the Hotel Dieu, they were all hospitals; and Mr.
Vimpany's object in visiting them remained as profound a mystery as
ever.
Early on the last morning of the week the answer from Lord Harry's
brother arrived. Hearing of it, Iris ran eagerly into her husband's
room. The letter was already scattered in fragments on the floor. What
the tone of the Earl's inhuman answer had been in the past time, that
it was again now.
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