"Oh, yes; the thought of going to you is the only comfort I have in parting from Corona," replied Mrs. Fabian Rockharrt.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
CORONA'S DEPARTURE.
On the Sunday following her arrival in Washington, the last day of her sojourn in the capital, the day before her departure for the frontier, Corona Rothsay rose early in the morning, and soon as she was dressed went down to the ladies' parlor. Neither her uncle nor his young wife had yet left their rooms. In fact, so early was it that none of the ladies staying in the house had yet come down to the parlor. The place was vacant.
Corona went up the long room and sat down by one of the front windows, to look down on the passing life of the avenue below.
While she sat looking out of the window she heard a movement at the lower end of the room. Some one entered and sat down to wait. And some one else went out again. Corona never turned round to see who was there. She continued to look through the window. She was not interested in the comers and goers into and out of the hotel.
Presently some one came in again and said:
"Mrs. Rothsay is not in her room, sir."
"Then I will wait here until she can be found," replied the new comer in a familiar voice.