“I am anxious to find out the little girl whose face you copied. Can you give me any directions that will enable me to find her out?”
“I will accompany you to the place, if you desire it, madam,” said the young man. “It is a strange neighborhood to look for so much beauty.”
“I shall be deeply indebted to you if you will oblige me so far,” said the lady. “My carriage is below, and my coachman will obey your orders.”
Once more they were on the move. A few minutes later, and the carriage paused. The driver opened the door. He was evidently quite scandalized at the idea of bringing his lady to such a place.
“This can't be the place, madam,” he said.
“Yes,” said the artist. “Do not get out, madam. I will go in, and find out all that is needful.”
Two minutes later he returned, looking disappointed.
“We are too late,” he said. “An hour since a gentleman called, and took away the child.”
Mrs. Clifton sank back, in keen disappointment.
“My child, my child!” she murmured. “Shall I ever see thee again?”