and might easily account for her pallor. Her eyes were deeper, and
their tawny colour seemed darker. Her hand was cold.
She smiled faintly as she met Orsino, but said nothing and sat down at a
distance from the windows.
"I only heard last night that you were in Rome," he said.
"And you came at once to see me. Thanks. How did you find it out?"
"Spicca told me. I had asked him for news of you."
"Why him?" inquired Maria Consuelo with some curiosity.
"Because I fancied he might know," answered Orsino passing lightly over
the question. He did not wish even Maria Consuelo to guess that Spicca
had spoken of her to him. "The reason why I was anxious about you was
that I had written you a letter. I wrote some weeks ago to your address
in Paris and got no answer."
"You wrote?" Maria Consuelo seemed surprised. "I have not been in Paris.
Who gave you the address? What was it?"
Orsino named the street and the number.
"I once lived there a short time, two years ago. Who gave you the
address? Not Count Spicca?"
"No."
Orsino hesitated to say more. He did not like to admit that he had
received the address from Maria Consuelo's maid, and it might seem
incredible that the woman should have given the information unasked. At
the same time the fact that the address was to all intents and purposes
a false one tallied with the maid's spontaneous statement in regard to
her mistress's mental alienation.
"Why will you not tell me?" asked Maria Consuelo.
"The answer involves a question which does not concern me. The address
was evidently intended to deceive me. The person who gave it attempted
to deceive me about a far graver matter, too. Let us say no more about
it. Of course you never got the letter?"
"Of course not."
A short silence followed which Orsino felt to be rather awkward. Maria
Consuelo looked at him suddenly.
"Did my maid tell you?" she asked.
"Yes--since you ask me. She met me in the corridor after my last visit
and thrust the address upon me."
"I thought so," said Maria Consuelo.
"You have suspected her before?"
"What was the other deception?"
"That is a more serious matter. The woman is your trusted servant. At
least you must have trusted her when you took her--"
"That does not follow. What did she try to make you believe?"
"It is hard to tell you. For all I know, she may have been
instructed--you may have instructed her yourself. One stumbles upon odd
things in life, sometimes.
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