"What was she like?"
"Madame was quite young, tall, dark, and—very beautiful."
"Good God!" I said. "Why did I not return an hour sooner! Quick! Send me Joubert!"
CHAPTER XXXIX NIGHT
Joubert found me in the dining-room.
"Joubert," I shouted, "the swiftest horses—quick!—and a carriage to take me to Etiolles! You will drive me."
Joubert glanced at me and left the room like a flash.
I walked up and down. She had been here an hour ago—here an hour ago—and I had been walking the streets unconscious of the fact! The war which had threatened to destroy my last hope had brought her, perhaps, to my door, and I had been dining at a café! I had come slowly home through the streets, and she was here waiting for me! Was she leaving France? Was Etiolles but a stage on the journey? And if she found that I was not there, what would she do? Would she return, or—go on?