Some one rapped at the door.
“Entrez!” they cried in chorus.
It was a garçon with a card.
“‘Madame La Francesca,’” said Rosina, reading. “Who is Madame La Francesca?”
The two men exchanged glances.
“Where is the lady?” Jack asked.
“She is gone at once to madame’s room,” the boy replied.
“You’d better go and see who’s in your room,” Jack suggested; “and you,” he added, turning to her fiancé, “you must come with me and attend to what yet remains to be done.”
Rosina hesitated, her hand upon the door-knob.
“I will come at once,” she told the boy, who was waiting, and then she looked towards the man by the chimney-piece.