He let the hand go which he had held in his own, and--the next moment Helen was alone.
She was still standing so, her eyes fixed on the door through which Oswald had disappeared, when the baroness came back to the room.
"It is high time, Helen," she said; "the carriage is waiting. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"What papers are those on the escritoire?"
"Did he not take them again?"
"Who?"
"Oswald."
"Has he been here? What did he want?"
"He came to say good-by. Take those papers, mother. He brought them to you."