It may be
in a spirit of fidelity to your mistress; but such a spirit is not
pleasing to other people, especially when there is not a single person
who bears any resentment towards that mistress. Therefore, I have
allowed you to run over the empty house, and to satisfy your suspicious
soul. Lady Harry is not hidden here. As for Lord Harry--but you will
hear in due time no doubt. And now I don't mind telling you that I have
her ladyship's present address."
"Oh! What is it?"
"She appears to have passed through Paris on her way to Switzerland two
days ago, and has sent here her address for the next fortnight. She has
now, I suppose, arrived there. The place is Berne; the Hotel ----. But
how do I know that she wants you?"
"Of course she wants me."
"Or of course you want her? Very good. Yours is the responsibility, not
mine. Her address is the Hotel d'Angleterre. Shall I write it down for
you? There it is. 'Hotel d'Angleterre, Berne.' Now you will not forget.
She will remain there for one fortnight only. After that, I cannot say
whither she may go. And, as all her things have been sent away, and as
I am going away, I am not likely to hear."
"Oh I must go to her. I must find her!" cried the woman earnestly; "if
it is only to make sure that no evil is intended for her.
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