CHAPTER IV.—“THAT NOT IMPOSSIBLE SHE.”
AT home that evening, on the loggia, Hetzel said, “I have news for you.”
“Ah?” queried Arthur.
“Yes—about your mystery across the way.”
“Well?”
“She’s no longer a mystery. The ambiguity surrounding her has been dispelled.”
“Well, go on.”
“To start with, after you went down-town this morning, carts laden with furniture began to rattle into the street, and the furniture was carried into No. 46. It appears that they have taken the whole house, after all. They were merely camping out in the third story, while waiting for the advent of their goods and chattels. So we were jumping to a conclusion, when we put them down as poverty-stricken. The furniture was quite comfortable looking. It included, by the way, a second piano. Confess that you are disappointed.”
“Why should I be disappointed? The divine voice remains, doesn’t it? Go ahead.”
“Well, I have learned their names.—The lady of the house is an elderly widow—Mrs. Gabrielle Hart. She has been living till recently in an apartment-house on Fifty-ninth Street, facing Central Park—’The Modena’.”