"Is it? And she sleeps quietly? Very well, let her sleep. I will send a doctor, on my way home, to look at her. Good by. Bon jour, Sis. One more kiss, there."
"You will come again, when mamma wakes up?"
CHAPTER XVI.
AGNES BRENTNALL.
"Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil."
So it proved that night to Agnes Brentnall. But who is she? That we have yet to learn.
We have only heard the name once, during the conversation, between Madame De Vrai and the black woman, Phebe, overheard in that eaves-dropping midnight scene described in the last chapter, unless this Agnes is the same one that we saw in a previous midnight scene, Perhaps it is, for now we remember there was a Phebe in that. At any rate that name, from both of these night scenes, had become deeply impressed upon my mind, as belonging to a beautiful girl, followed in the street by a night-prowling wolf, with a canine instinct which snuffs in the breeze the far-off scent that leads him to some wandering female.
Mrs. De Vrai had said; "Then she is lost."