“And yet it is ten o’clock. She may be ill, Mrs. Corder. And you know there is no bell in her room.”
“That is true, Miss Miller; I will run up and see.”
And so saying, the landlady left the room and went up-stairs.
Eudora heard her footsteps overhead passing about from one room to the other, apparently in great excitement.
Then there was silence for a little while.
And then the lady was heard rushing down the stairs.
She threw open the door of Eudora’s room and entered in a state of extreme agitation, holding an open letter in her hand, and exclaiming:
“She is gone, Miss Miller!”
“Gone—who?” inquired the bewildered Eudora.
“Nella! Nella! Who else?”