My heart tells me I have
been very wrong to that poor child, and I would give much to know
that she was found and that she was well.'
I set out to walk to my hotel, wondering how I was to while away the
long night until sleep should come to relieve me. Suddenly I
remembered D'Arcy, and my promise to call upon him. I changed my
course, and hailing a hansom drove to the address he had given me.
When I reached the door I found, upon looking at my watch, that it
was late--so late that I was dubious whether I should ring the bell.
I remembered, however, that he told me how very late his hours were,
and I rang.
On sending in my card I was shown at once into the studio, and after
threading my way between some pieces of massive furniture and
pictures upon easels, I found D'Arcy lolling lazily upon a huge sofa.
Seeing that he was not alone, I was about to withdraw, for I was in
no mood to meet strangers. However, he sprang up and introduced me to
his guest, whom he called Symonds, an elegant-looking man in a
peculiar kind of evening dress, who, as I afterwards learned, was one
of Mr.
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