aming about that
suicide of mine, even when I did sleep, and finally I put on my wrapper
and decided to take a few turns up and down the corridor. I opened the
door softly and stepped out--and ran right into Mr. Ferrau! He was
stalking along in a bathrobe, his arms spread out, and tears rolling
down his cheeks, and he was chattering to himself like a monkey. His
eyes rolled, and I could see he was just on the verge of a regular
smash-up.

"Why, Mr. Ferrau, what's the matter?" I asked.

He stared at me like a crazy man. "You here!" he said. "For God's
sake! Go up to her--go to Anne--I'm all in," he said. "Oh, Miss
Jessop, it didn't work! It didn't work!"

He pointed to his door, and I went through the private dining-room and
the sitting-room and a dressing-room and a big marble bath, and there
she was, crying like a baby in one of the beds.

"Why, Miss Elton--I beg your pardon, Mrs. Ferrau--what _is_ the
matter?" I said, running up to her and taking hold of her hand. "Are
you ill?"

She only sobbed and held on to me and suddenly something struck me and
I said, "You haven't seen Janet again, have you?"

"No, no--but I wish I had! I wish I'd never stopped!" she gulped at
me. "Oh, Miss Jessop, _Louis sees her_! He sees her all the time;
that's what makes him look so ill! Ever since she stopped coming to
me, he's seen her, and he never told."

"For heaven's sake!" said I.

"She sits on the bed, but she doesn't look at him--he only sees her
profile. He walked twenty miles a day--he did boxing and fencing and
riding--it was no use--he thought when we--when--he hoped if we were
married--oh, Miss Jessop, she came just the same!"

"For heaven's sake!" I said again. It wasn't very helpful, but I
simply couldn't think of anything else. She was so pretty and sweet,
and he was so plucky, and who would have supposed it would have got on
his nerves so!

Her night gown was solid real lace, and the front of it was sopping wet
where she'd cried, and the top of the sheet, too.

"I gave her to him, and he won't give her back--I can't make him!" she
went on, gasping and sobbing. "I begged him on my knees, but he
wouldn't."

"And don't you see her?" I asked.

"No, no, I can't!" she cried. "I try, but I can't."

"Well, that's something, anyway," I said. "You wait till I go and
speak to him again, and put some cold water on your eyes, why don't
you?"

For it just occurred to me that maybe I could do somet