“I know it. I must think of some plan by which I can write to him without alarming him, and bring him home here, before telling him of our loss. Here we might break the news to him gently; and, if it should overcome him, here, we can look after him. I will think of some such plan and act upon it, to-day,” said Dick, anxiously and reflectively.
While the husband and wife took counsel together, the door opened, and Drusilla, dressed as for a drive, came in.
“Good morning, my dear! Did you sleep last night?” anxiously inquired Anna.
“A little.”
“But you are not going out until you have breakfasted, my dear Drusilla?” said Dick.
“I have been out for the last three hours, and have just returned,” she answered.
“Good Heaven, Drusilla, you will destroy your life, and all to no purpose! The detectives are all sufficient for this business. You cannot help them,” urged Anna.
“I know it; but I cannot rest,” replied Drusilla.
“You have been to the same neighborhood? You have seen the officers this morning?” inquired Dick.
“Yes.”