“Where have you been?” she asked, excitedly.
“I cannot stop to tell you now,” said Vivienne. “Where is my brother Pascal?”
“That I do not know,” was the reply. “He has gone away.”
“Oh, Clarine,” said Vivienne, “I must open the door of the dungeon chamber, but I have lost the paper that you gave me. Have you found it?”
“Why, no,” said Clarine, “but I surmise, from what he has let drop, that Manassa knows something about it.”
“Where can I find him?” asked Vivienne.
“I do not know,” said Clarine, “but if he has it he will not give it to you. He says you are no longer a Batistelli—that you love a Della Coscia and have disgraced your name.”
“Oh, Clarine, I shall pray to God to give me back my memory, so that I may open that door and save his life——” and she ran from the room.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
“WE WILL DIE TOGETHER!”
Vivienne went from room to room, calling loudly for Manassa, but there was no answer. Espying Terence at work in the garden, she asked him if he had seen Manassa. He answered her politely in the negative, but said, in an undertone: