The duke was not mistaken; when he saw Franz, the servant came up to him.
“Your excellency,” he said, “the master of the Hôtel de Londres has sent to let you know that a man is waiting for you with a letter from the Viscount of Morcerf.”
“A letter from the viscount!” exclaimed Franz.
“Yes.”
“And who is the man?”
“I do not know.”
“Why did he not bring it to me here?”
“The messenger did not say.”
“And where is the messenger?”
“He went away directly he saw me enter the ballroom to find you.”
“Oh,” said the countess to Franz, “go with all speed—poor young man! Perhaps some accident has happened to him.”
“I will hasten,” replied Franz.
“Shall we see you again to give us any information?” inquired the countess.
“Yes, if it is not any serious affair, otherwise I cannot answer as to what I may do myself.”
“Be prudent, in any event,” said the countess.
“Oh! pray be assured of that.”