after dinner," I said to
myself. The project of telling her seemed more difficult as it
approached. She said that she had arranged by telephone for another
rehearsal at the Opera Comique at three o'clock, but she did not
invite me to accompany her. I spent the afternoon at the Sorbonne,
where I had some acquaintances, and after calling at my hotel, the
little Hotel de Portugal in the Rue Croix des Petits Champs, to dress,
I drove in a fiacre to the Rue de Rivoli. I had carefully considered
how best in conversation I might lead Rosa to the subject of Lord
Clarenceux, and had arranged a little plan. Decidedly I did not
anticipate the interview with unmixed pleasure; but, as I have said, I
felt bound to inform her that her former lover's death was a fiction.
My suit might be doomed thereby to failure,--I had no right to expect
otherwise,--but if it should succeed and I had kept silence on this
point, I should have played the part of a--well, of a man "of three
letters."

"Mademoiselle is not at home," said the servant.

"Not at home! But I am dining with her, my friend."

"Mademoiselle has been called away suddenly, and she has left a note
for monsieur. Will monsieur give himself the trouble to come into the
salon?"

The note ran thus:

"Dear Friend:--A thousand excuses! But the enclosed will
explain. I felt that I must go--and go instantly. She might
die before I arrived. Will you call early to-morrow?

"Your grateful
"Rosa"

And this was the enclosure, written in French:

"VILLA DES HORTENSIAS,
"RUE THIERS, PANTIN, PARIS.

"Mademoiselle:--I am dying. I have wronged you deeply, and I
dare not die without your forgiveness. Prove to me that you
have a great heart by coming to my bedside and telling me
that you accept my repentance. The bearer will conduct you.

"Carlotta Deschamps."

"What time did mademoiselle leave?" I inquired.

"Less than a quarter of an hour ago," was the reply.

"Who brought the note to her?"

"A man, monsieur. Mademoiselle accompanied him in a cab."

With a velocity which must have startled the grave and leisurely
servant, I precipitated myself out of the house and back into the
fiacre, which happily had not gone away. I told the