"Now you have some trouble, and perhaps it is my chance to be of use," she said, and bit by bit drew from him all the story of Kattie's disappearance and old Seth's death.
"If any one can find her, Lord Deseret will. He is a very, very clever old man, and in some things very young. She is pretty, you say?"
"We always thought her very pretty, even as a wild girl about the sands, and she has grown prettier still."
"London is a bad place for a pretty girl such as she. Even if you find her----" And she broke off and looked at him musingly. "What could you do if you did find her?"
"Get her to go home."
"And if she would not?"
"Then--I don't know. It is horrible to think of Kattie running loose in London."
"When Lord Deseret finds her, bring her to me and I will see what I can do," said madame thoughtfully; and there the matter rested.