“Why, it was the same place where the sinner is stopping!”
“But where is that, my dear friend? What is its name?” smilingly inquired Madame Von Bruyin.
“The hotel—le’ me see, now—what was the name of that hotel ag’in? The sinner did tell me; but there! my poor head has been in that whirl ever since I was snatched away so suddenly and fetched over here that I declare to man I haven’t got no memory left! I ought to remember that name, too, ’cause it sounded for all the world like a name in a ballad or a fairy story, and as if it might ’a’ been the palace of the fairy queen or the enchanted princess. What was it, ag’in? Oh! I know. It was the Hotel of Love, on the Rue River. That’s what it was. Now ain’t that just like a place in a ballad or a fairy story?” inquired Aunt Sophie, with a smile. “Just fancy it! The Hotel of Love on the Rue River!”
The baroness looked helplessly and hopelessly perplexed.
“The Hotel du Louvre, Rue de Rivoli,” suggested Lilith, in a low tone.
“Oh, certainly! I see! Touch the bell, if you please, my dear,” said Madame Von Bruyin.
Lilith complied, and the baroness gave her instructions to the servant that answered the summons.
“And now, my dear,” said the lady, rising to leave the room, “I have some papers to sign, and Monsieur Le Grange is waiting for me. Make our dear guest as comfortable as you can, and here, my dear, give her the choice of the vacant chambers on the other side.”
And with a smile and a bow the beautiful hostess left the room.
“Come, Aunt Sophie, and select your bower!” said Lilith, playfully, as she arose.