“No, sir.”
“And Miss Henrietta?”
“My mistress is perfectly well.”
Daniel breathed more freely.
“Tell Miss Henrietta I am coming at once; and make haste, or I shall be there before you.”
As soon as the servant had left, Daniel dressed, and a moment later he was out of the house. As he walked rapidly up the street in which the count lived, he thought,—
“I have no doubt taken the alarm too soon; perhaps she has only some commission for me.”
But he was beset with dark presentiments, and had to tell himself that that was not likely to be the case. He felt worse than ever, when, upon being shown into the drawing-room, he saw Henrietta sitting by the fire, deadly pale, with her eyes all red and inflamed from weeping.
“What is the matter with you?” he cried, without waiting for the door to be closed behind him. “What has happened?”
“Something terrible, M. Daniel.”