She slept very soundly, and did not awake until nearly eight o'clock the next morning. Her husband had gone to Nice a couple of days previous, and was to return on the first train that day, so there had been no movement in her room to disturb her.
When she realized how late it was, and how much there was to be done, for the wedding had been set for eleven o'clock, she sprang from her bed, and hastily throwing on her clothing, went immediately to Violet's apartments.
The door yielded to her touch, and she entered the parlor, to find no one there.
She passed on to Violet's chamber, and rapped upon the door.
There was no answer, and entering, she was surprised to see that it was empty, and somewhat startled, also, to see that the bed was nicely made, and the room in perfect order.
"What can this mean?" she muttered, and then rang the bell a vigorous peal.
A servant answered it immediately.
"Have you been called to attend Miss Huntington this morning?" she demanded.
"No, madame."
"Have you seen her anywhere about the house?" Mrs. Mencke questioned, greatly perplexed by her sister's strange movements.