“NINA GYPSY”
The letter read, Fanferlot at once proceeded to copy it.
“Well!” said Mme. Alexandre, “what do you think?”
Fanferlot was delicately resealing the letter when the door of the hotel office was abruptly opened, and the boy twice whispered, “Pst! Pst!”
Fanferlot rapidly disappeared into a dark closet. He had barely time to close the door before Mme. Gypsy entered the room.
The poor girl was sadly changed. She was pale and hollow-cheeked, and her eyes were red with weeping.
On seeing her, Mme. Alexandre could not conceal her surprise.
“Why, my child, you are not going out?”
“I am obliged to do so, madame; and I come to ask you to tell anyone that may call during my absence to wait until I return.”
“But where in the world are you going at this hour, sick as you are?”