Was it possible? That madonna face, than which I have never seen a more beautiful, more enchanting—either before or since that day!
CHAPTER XI
"PAROLE D'HONNEUR"
Two days after Lorand's disappearance a travelling coach stopped before Mr. Fromm's house. From the window I recognized coach-horses and coachman: it was ours.
Some one of our party had arrived.
I hastened down into the street, where Father Fromm was already trying very excitedly to turn the leather curtain that was fastened round the coach....
No, not "some one!" the whole family was here! All who had remained at home. Mother, grandmother, and the Fromms' Fanny.
Actually mother had come: poor mother!
We had to lift her from the carriage: she was utterly broken down. She seemed ten years older than when I had last seen her.