Ashmead ran to her, and sprinkled water in her face, for she seemed ready
to faint: but she murmured, "No, no!" and soon the color rushed into her
face, and she clasped her hands together, and cried, "I have found him!"
and soon the storm of varying emotions ended in tears that gave her
relief.
It was a long time before she spoke; but when she did, her spirit and her
natural strength of character took the upper hand.
"Where is he?" said she, firmly.
"He told me he was at the 'Russie.' "
"We will go there at once. When is the next train?"
Ashmead looked at his watch. "In ten minutes. We can hardly do it."
"Yes, we can. Order a carriage this instant. I will be ready in one
minute."
They caught the train, and started.
As they glided along, Ashmead begged her not to act too hurriedly, and
expose herself to insult.
"Who will dare insult me?"
"Nobody, I hope. Still, I cannot bear you to go into a strange hotel
hunting this man. It is monstrous; but I am afraid you will not be
welcome. Something has just occurred to me; the reason he ran off so
suddenly was, he saw you coming. There was a mirror opposite. Ah, we need
not have feared he would come back for his winnings.
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