"Did you think you were going alone, my dear Julia!"
She had been so thoroughly the American girl that she had thought of nothing but going. She threw her arms around her aunt's neck with an abandon that made the latter young again. The Marquise d'Esclignac kissed her niece tenderly.
"Madame la Marquise, Monsieur le Duc de Tremont is at the telephone," the servant announced to her from the doorway.
CHAPTER XV
JULIA'S ROMANCE
From her steamer chair the Marquise d'Esclignac asked:
"Are you absorbed in your book, Julia?"
Miss Redmond faintly smiled as she laid it down. She was absorbed in but one thing, morning, noon and night, waking or sleeping: when and where she should find him; how he was being treated. Had he been taken captive? He was not dead, of that she was sure.
"What is the book, Julia?"
"Le Conte d'un Spahi."