Atkins looked vexed. "Foolishness! It is you who are changed, Henry! You have caught the spleen in England; it is time that merry Paris should be curing it."
Alison made no reply, he hastily reached Atkins his hand, and went.
[CHAPTER IX.]
On the Scent.
Meantime Jane had sought her own room, whither Atkins now followed her. She advanced to meet him, and hastily, as if she would cut short any other topic which might be supposed to more nearly concern her, she asked; "Do you bring me tidings of your journey? I can imagine its success! It is sheer foolishness, like all else that has thus far been done!"
"It is not so this time!"
Jane gazed at him as if she did not trust her ears.
"What do you say?"
"We have a trace."
Jane trembled. "Of my brother?"