And having given her order to the cabman, she was driven rapidly to the head-quarters of the great thunderer.
She got out and left her advertisement. And then returning to her carriage, ordered it to the office of the “Post.”
And so in succession she visited the offices of the “Chronicle,” “Express,” “Dispatch,” “Leader,” “News,” “Bulletin,” and, in short, of every daily paper in London.
In each of the offices she also, in addition to giving in her advertisement for the paper, ordered posters of the lost child to be printed, and engaged bill-stickers to paste them up.
Next she drove to the lodgings of the Seymour family, to tell the colonel of the loss of little Lenny, and to ask him to assist her in the search for the child.
But here she was informed that Colonel Seymour and the ladies were gone to the theater; but that the servants did not know what particular theater.
So Drusilla wrote a note and left it for the colonel.
It was now nine o’clock, and quite dark; and having done all she could possibly do towards the recovery of her child, she ordered the cabman to drive back to the hotel, to meet the horrors of her lonely night and forced inaction.
And, oh! the awful sense of bereavement, of loneliness, of vacancy, in entering again her apartments, in which little Lenny was no longer to be found! The heart-rending pang of terror in conjecturing where he might be!
While she had been busily, actively engaged in taking measures for his recovery, her thoughts had been somewhat distracted from concentrating themselves upon his present condition.