“He told me that he had not; that he had set out from the railway station to find me first, having left all his luggage in charge of his valet at the station. But he said that he would attend to the matter immediately after supper, which he did.
“He succeeded in procuring rooms in the same house and in the same corridor with me. Then he sent a messenger from the hotel to the station to fetch his valet with the luggage.
“When these arrived he bade me good-night, and retired to his apartment.
“He had not seen my beautiful boy, nor had he asked to see him; nor had I the courage to propose to show him.
“Now I felt a little grieved at this neglect of my innocent child.
“Early the next morning we left Geneva, and traveling as fast as steam could carry us by land and sea, in due time we reached London. We put up at one of the quietest hotels at the West End. Here my father insisted that I should pay off my French maid and my Swiss nurse, and send each back to her own country.
“When they were gone, he said:
“‘And now we take leave of the Princess Saviola forever, and we know only Lady Elfrida Glennon.’
“‘But my boy, dear father—my boy!’ I pleaded.
“‘A proper nurse must be procured for the child without delay—some healthy young married woman living in the country, who will take the whole charge of the boy before we leave London. He is the child of a deceased son of mine, and so delicate that he must be reared in the country, and fed on fresh milk and fresh air.’