What on earth
made her go off like this?"
"She left no explanation with me," Lionel said, honestly enough. "But in
her letter to Miss Girond she hopes you won't be put to any
inconvenience. By the way, if Miss Ross owes you any forfeit, I'll
settle that up with you."
"No, there's no forfeit in her agreement; it wasn't considered
necessary," the manager made answer. "Of course I am assuming that it's
all fair and square; that she hasn't gone off to take a better
engagement--"
"You needn't be afraid of that," Lionel said, briefly; and, as Miss
Constance here made her appearance, he withdrew from the empty stage,
and presently had left the building.
He thought he would walk up to the Restaurant Gianuzzi in Rupert Street,
and make inquiries there. But he was not very hopeful. For one thing, if
Nina were desirous of concealment or of getting free away, she would not
go to a place where, as he knew, she had lodged before; for another, he
had disapproved of her living there all by herself, and Nina never
forgot even his least expression of opinion. When he asked at the
restaurant if a young lady had called there on the previous day to
engage a room, he was answered that they had no young-lady visitor of
any kind in the house; he was hardly disappointed.
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