We turned towards the door. Was it the ghost of Madame Richard who stood there pale, cold, and in the sombre garb of her sisterhood?
"This lady has been before," Mabane said, placing a chair for her. "She has come from the convent, and she brought a letter from Madame Richard."
"You are Mr. Greatson?" she asked.
I bowed, and took the letter which she handed to me. I tore it open. It contained a few lines only.
"Sir,—
"I have been informed of the unfortunate event which has placed under your protection one of my late pupils, Isobel de Sorrens. We are willing and anxious to receive her back here, and I have sent the bearer to accompany her upon the journey. She will also defray what expenses her sojourn with you may have occasioned.
"I am, sir, yours respectfully,
"Emily Richard."
I put the letter back in the envelope and laid it upon the table.
"I have seen Madame Richard," I said. "The child will remain with us for the present."