A silence ensued. All Hugo's previous discouragements, sadnesses, preoccupations, despairs, were as nothing in comparison with the black mood which came upon him when he learnt this simple fact—that Camilla had fallen in love with Darcy.
'She is still in Paris?' he asked, to end the silence.
'I—I don't know. I called at her lodgings at noon, and she had gone and left no address.'
Hugo jumped up.
'She can't have disappeared again?'
'Oh no; rest assured. Doubtless a mere change of rooms. When I return I shall certainly find a letter awaiting me.'
'Why did you come to me?'
'Well,' Darcy said, 'you told me you loved her, and I thought—I thought perhaps you'd come over to Paris, and see—see what could be done. That's why I came. The thing's on my mind, you know.'
'Just so,' Hugo answered, 'and I will come.'