We arrived at her residence at eleven o’clock. A man came to the door, took my letter, and said madam should have it without fail.
“Then she is not here.”
“No, sir; she is at Aix.”
“Since when?”
“For the last six months.”
“Where does she live?”
“In her town house. She will be coming here in three weeks to spend the summer as usual.”
“Will you let me write a letter?”
“If you will get down you will find all the necessary materials in madam’s room.”
I went into the house, and to my extreme surprise found myself face to face with my nurse.