"To save me a long search I should have made tomorrow if I had not met you now."
"Search for what?"
"Why, for you!"
"Do you mean that you are seeking me?"
"Not on my own account, you must understand."
"But who sent you on such an errand?"
"Those who love you." Then lowering his voice he added: "Mademoiselle Bertha and Monsieur Michel."
"Bertha? Michel?"
"Yes."
"Then he is not dead!" cried Mary. "Oh, tell me, tell me, monsieur, I implore you, what has become of them?"