observing that the feeling of the duke and the countess was so much in unison with his own personal disquietude.
“I informed them at the hotel that I had the honor of passing the night here, duke,” said Franz, “and desired them to come and inform me of his return.”
“Ah,” replied the duke, “here I think, is one of my servants who is seeking you.”
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