She was the more concerned about this since she was about to leave the house she at present occupied, and then there would be but little chance of her ever again communicating with the gipsy.
This reflection seemed to have a depressing effect upon her, for it occurred to her that perhaps Bill had been captured and cast into prison without her knowledge, and when the thought crossed her mind she was more than ever deeply concerned about him.
The servant girl Amy, who happened to be looking out of the window watching the throngs of persons going in and out of the house, cried out in a surprised tone—
“Well, I declare, if there isn’t the man who brought the letter to you just gone in!”
“What man, and what letter do you allude to?”
“Why, that impudent forward man who brought a letter from Mr. Dorton or Rawton. I don’t know his right name.”
“Gone inside, did you say?”
“Yes, ma’m.”
Mrs. Bourne reflected for a few moments, and then said—
“I wish you would go downstairs and see if you can find him. Do go at once, there’s a good girl—it is rather important.”