He was a long time coming. She began to doubt, and then to
fear, and wonder why he was so long.
At last he came in sight.
He was alone.
As he drew nearer she saw his face was thoroughly downcast.
"My dear friend," he faltered, "you are out of luck to-day."
"He will not come with you?"
"Oh, he would come fast enough, if he was there; but he is gone."
"Gone! To Homburg?"
"No. Unfortunately, he is gone to England. Went off, by the fast train,
an hour ago."
Ina fell back in silence, just as if she had been struck in the face.
"He is traveling with an English family, and they have gone straight
home. Here are their names. I looked in the visitors' book, and talked to
the servant, and all. Mr. Vizard, Miss Vizard--"
"Vizard?"
"Yes--Miss Maitland, Miss Dover. See, I wrote them all down."
"Oh, I am unfortunate! Why was I ever born?"
"Don't say that, don't say that. It is annoying: but we shall be able to
trace him now; and, besides, I see other ways of getting hold of him."
Ina broke in upon his talk. "Take me to the nearest church," she cried.
"Man's words are vain. Ah, Jesu, let me cry to thee!"
He took her to the nearest church.
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