“Whatever I do,” said Mrs. Barker, rising hotly, “I shall not stay here any longer to be insulted.”  She flounced out of the room and swept down the staircase into the office.  Here she found an overworked clerk, and with crimson cheeks and flashing eyes wanted to know why in her own father’s hotel she had found her own sitting-room engaged, and had been obliged to wait half an hour before she could be shown into a decent apartment to remove her hat and cloak in; and how it was that even the gentleman who had kindly escorted her had evidently been unable to procure her any assistance.  She said this in a somewhat high voice, which might have reached the ears of that gentleman had he been in the vicinity.  But he was not, and she was forced to meet the somewhat dazed apologies of the clerk alone, and to accompany the chambermaid to a room only a few paces distant from the one she had quitted.  Here she hastily removed her outer duster and hat, washed her hands, and consulted her excited face in the mirror, with the door ajar and an ear sensitively attuned to any step in the corridor.  But all this was effected so rapidly that she was at last obliged to sit down in a chair near the half-opened door, and wait.  She waited five minutes—­ten—­but still no footstep.  Then she went out into the corridor and listened, and then, smoothing her face, she slipped downstairs, past the door of that hateful room, and reappeared before the clerk with a smiling but somewhat pale and languid face.  She had found the room very comfortable, but it was doubtful whether she would stay over night or go on to Hymettus.  Had anybody been inquiring for her?  She expected to meet friends.  No!  And her escort—­the gentleman who came with her—­was possibly in the billiard-room or the bar?

“Oh no!  He was gone,” said the clerk.

“Gone!” echoed Mrs. Barker.  “Impossible!  He was—­he was here only a moment ago.”

The clerk rang a bell sharply.  The stableman appeared.

“That tall, smooth-faced man, in a high hat, who came with the lady,” said the clerk severely and concisely,—­“didn’t you tell me he was gone?”

“Yes, sir,” said the stableman.

“Are you sure?” interrupted Mrs. Barker, with a dazzling smile that, however, masked a sudden tightening round her heart.

“Quite sure, miss,” said the stableman, “for he was in the yard when Steptoe came, after missing the coach.  He wanted a buggy to take him over to the Divide.  We hadn’t one, so he went over to the other stables, and he didn’t come back, so I reckon he’s gone.  I remember it, because Steptoe came by a minute after he’d gone, in another buggy, and as he was going to the Divide, too, I wondered why the gentleman hadn’t gone with him.”

“And he left no message for me?  He said nothing?” asked Mrs. Barker, quite breathless, but still smiling.

“He said nothin’ to me but ‘Isn’t that Steptoe over there?’ when Steptoe came in.  And I remember he said it kinder suddent—­as if he was reminded o’ suthin’ he’d forgot; and then he asked for a buggy.  Ye see, miss,” added the man, with a certain rough consideration for her disappointment, “that’s mebbe why he clean forgot to leave a message.”