John expressed his sympathy.
“Now if it had been you or I,” he ended, “we shouldn’t have minded. Paris doesn’t amuse us just now.”
“Oh, but, John, we must be ready to start at any moment.”
“You can’t start without Miss Bussey,”
“I think that in a wagon-lit——” began Mary.
“But what’s the good of talking?” cried John, bitterly. “Why is there no news from her?”
“He might have wired—John, is it possible our telegrams went astray?”
“Well, we must wait a day or two; or, if you like, we can wire again.”
Mary hesitated.
“I—I can’t do that, John. Suppose he’d received the first, and—and—”