"Suppose you take her there?" he said, pausing abruptly before her.
"To St. James's Square? What did you tell her?"
"That he was a trifle better, and that you would come to her."
"Yes, it would be hard for her to go alone," said the Duchess, reflectively. She looked at her watch. "Only a little after eleven. Ring, please, Jacob."
The carriage was ordered. Meanwhile the little lady inquired eagerly after her Julie. Had she been exhausted by the double journey? Was she alone in Paris, or was Madame Bornier with her?
Jacob had understood that Madame Bornier and the little girl had gone straight to Bruges.
The Duchess looked down and then looked up.
"Did--did you come across Major Warkworth?"
"Yes, I saw him for a moment in the Rue de la Paix, He was starting for Rome."
The Duchess turned away as though ashamed of her question, and gave her orders for the carriage. Then her attention was suddenly drawn to her cousin. "How pale you look, Jacob," she said, approaching him. "Won't you have something--some wine?"