Wire if you want us--and let me have your
news."
So they had parted without fuss, deep feeling in their hearts.
Paul had telegraphed to the address given, for Dmitry, that he would be in
Paris, and at what hotel, by the following morning. He chose a large
caravanserai as being more suitable to unremarked comings and goings,
should Dmitry's visit be anything of a secret one. And with intense
impatience he awaited the faithful servant's visit.
He was eating his early breakfast in his sitting-room when the old man
appeared. In all the journey Paul had not allowed himself any
speculation--he would see and know soon, that was enough. But he felt
inclined to grind this silver-haired retainer's hand with joy as he made
his respectful obeisance.
"The Excellency was well?"
"Yes." And now for his news.
Madame had bid him come and see the Excellency here in Paris, as not being
so inaccessible as England--and first, Yes, Madame was well--There was
something in his voice as he said this which made Paul exclaim and question
him closely, but he would only repeat that--Yes, his lady was well--a
little delicate still, but well--and the never-sufficiently-to-be-beloved
son was well, too, his lady had told him to assure the Excellency--and was
the portrait of his most illustrious father.
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