For hours she would talk to herself and occasionally press her hands to her head, as if it hurt her.
Mme. Vesta Levine had a room at the top of her house prepared for her and detailed a colored woman to wait upon her.
"Beware," said Bambino as he left the house, "how you treat my sister. I shall demand a strict account of you."
The madame smiled scornfully, for she glanced from the swarthy Italian to the fair-haired daughter of France, and she knew in one instant that they were not related.
"Sir," she replied, "your 'sister' is perfectly safe in my hands, and when you require her I shall be perfectly ready to deliver her."
Bowing politely the Italian took his leave, feeling that Adéle was in good hands, and that he could find her whenever he wanted her.
While returning to the hotel at which he was staying, he beheld two gentlemen walking together on Broadway.
No sooner had he seen them than he drew his breath quickly and drawing his hat over his brows, darted into a doorway to allow them to pass, without perceiving him.
It was Jack Harkaway and his friend Harvey.
"We must hurry," exclaimed Jack, "or we shall be late for Miss Van Hoosen's reception, and you do not know how my heart longs to see that girl once more."