And no matter how far they had drifted apart, their hearts must share one common sorrow—the loss of their darling.
She bowed her head upon the letter, and the wild, hysterical sobs of an overburdened heart shook her frame.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
HEARTS UNITED.
Then she seized a pen and wrote falteringly:
“Leon, she has never come home to me, so I read your letter, hoping to find some clew to my lost Darling.
“I have been seeking her vainly for days, but she is lost to me in this great, wicked city!
“There is much to tell, but I am weak and ill, I cannot write more. Will you come and hear the story from my lips?
“Verna.”
Calling a messenger, she dispatched the note to the Hotel Supremacy, and waited his reply in the wildest impatience.
Then she bade Suzanne dress her in a becoming negligee.