"Not a word came!" she cried.
"Then I wrote twice to London!"
"And those never came. Oh, everything was against me!" she moaned.
"But how did you get here?" he still demanded.
She did not answer his question. Instead, she asked him: "Where did you send the Paris letters?"
"To 11 bis avenue Beaucourt."
She groaned a little, impatiently.
"That was foolish—I wrote you that I was leaving there—that I had to go!"
"Not a line reached me!"
He heard her little gasp of despair before she spoke.