“Thank you,” she repeated; “when even for a moment you see my husband as he really is, you give me inexpressible comfort.”
“It is my honest opinion,” continued Lady Georgina, “that the only very great trouble you have to bear at present is the mysterious absence of dear little Murray. Your husband is doubtless taking steps to discover his whereabouts in town. As to his conduct in other respects, remember that I think nothing at all about it. He is queer, but not mad; he will never kick over the traces, or go too far in any one direction. You will most likely meet him to-morrow or the next day in London. By the way, do you know his address?”
“No.”
“I thought as much. Does he never give you his address when he leaves you?”
“He has not done so hitherto.”
“Again I may say, that I thought as much,” replied Lady Georgina, tapping her foot impatiently. “Did you really have no directions where letters are to be forwarded to?”
“No.”
“Where do you propose to spend the night yourself?”
“I cannot tell, Lady Georgina. I only know that I am going to town; after that all is blank.”
“Then, my dear, it is a blessing I am with you. We will put up at the Universal Hotel. It is large and central, and the very moment we take rooms there we will wire to Rowton Heights to tell the servants our whereabouts.”