"Cheer up, Arthur!" I said. "You have your chance. Don't make a trouble of it yet."
Arthur shook his head despondently.
"I think," he said, "that she will go to Waldenburg!"
Book III
CHAPTER I
Arthur flung himself into the room pale, hollow-eyed, the picture of despair.
"Any news?" he cried, hopelessly enough, for he had seen my face.
"None," I answered.