"Will you go to your room now?"
He did not wait for any reply, but touched a bell, and a waiter almost immediately appeared to answer the call.
Louis signified to him that his companion wished to retire, whereupon the man took her bag and wrap and motioned Mona to follow him.
With despair in her heart, but a dauntless mien, the fair girl obeyed, and crossing the wide entrance hall, mounted the great staircase to the second story.
As they were passing through a long upper hall a door suddenly opened, and a gentleman came out of one of the rooms.
Mona's heart gave a leap of joy as she saw him, for she was almost sure that he was an American, and she was on the point of speaking to him, but he passed her so quickly she had no opportunity.
She was rejoiced, however, to observe that her guide stopped before the door of a room next to the one which the stranger had just left, and she resolved that she would listen for his return, and manage to communicate with him in some way before morning.
The porter threw open the door, and stood aside to allow her to pass in.
The room was lighted, and she saw that while it was not large, it was comfortably furnished, and her trunk stood unstrapped in one corner. The next moment the door closed upon her, and she heard the key turned in the lock.
A bitter sob burst from her as she dashed the hot tears from her eyes, and a low, eager cry broke from her lips as she noticed that a door connected her room with the one from which the gentleman had issued a few moments before.