“Have you done it?” Zo whispered, when Marceline returned by the servants’ entrance.
“It’s safe in the post, dear. Now tell me what you saw yesterday, when you were hidden in Miss Carmina’s bedroom.”
The tone in which she spoke implied a confidential agreement. With honourable promptitude Zo, perched on her friend’s knee, exerted her memory, and rewarded Marceline for posting her letter to Ovid.
CHAPTER XLIX.
It was past the middle of the day, before Mr. Le Frank paid his promised visit to Mrs. Gallilee. He entered the room with gloomy looks; and made his polite inquiries, as became a depressed musician, in the minor key.
“I am sorry, madam, to find you still on the sofa. Is there no improvement in your health?”
“None whatever.”
“Does your medical attendant give you any hope?”
“He does what they all do—he preaches patience. No more of myself! You appear to be in depressed spirits.”