By degrees we returned to our accustomed way of life.  I resumed the daily work, which had been suspended during my absence in Hampshire.  Our new lodgings cost us more than the smaller and less convenient rooms which we had left, and the claim thus implied on my increased exertions was strengthened by the doubtfulness of our future prospects.  Emergencies might yet happen which would exhaust our little fund at the banker’s, and the work of my hands might be, ultimately, all we had to look to for support.  More permanent and more lucrative employment than had yet been offered to me was a necessity of our position—­a necessity for which I now diligently set myself to provide.

It must not be supposed that the interval of rest and seclusion of which I am now writing, entirely suspended, on my part, all pursuit of the one absorbing purpose with which my thoughts and actions are associated in these pages.  That purpose was, for months and months yet, never to relax its claims on me.  The slow ripening of it still left me a measure of precaution to take, an obligation of gratitude to perform, and a doubtful question to solve.

The measure of precaution related, necessarily, to the Count.  It was of the last importance to ascertain, if possible, whether his plans committed him to remaining in England—­or, in other words, to remaining within my reach.  I contrived to set this doubt at rest by very simple means.  His address in St. John’s Wood being known to me, I inquired in the neighbourhood, and having found out the agent who had the disposal of the furnished house in which he lived, I asked if number five, Forest Road, was likely to be let within a reasonable time.  The reply was in the negative.  I was informed that the foreign gentleman then residing in the house had renewed his term of occupation for another six months, and would remain in possession until the end of June in the following year.  We were then at the beginning of December only.  I left the agent with my mind relieved from all present fear of the Count’s escaping me.

The obligation I had to perform took me once more into the presence of Mrs. Clements.  I had promised to return, and to confide to her those particulars relating to the death and burial of Anne Catherick which I had been obliged to withhold at our first interview.  Changed as circumstances now were, there was no hindrance to my trusting the good woman with as much of the story of the conspiracy as it was necessary to tell.  I had every reason that sympathy and friendly feeling could suggest to urge on me the speedy performance of my promise, and I did conscientiously and carefully perform it.  There is no need to burden these pages with any statement of what passed at the interview.  It will be more to the purpose to say, that the interview itself necessarily brought to my mind the one doubtful question still remaining to be solved—­ the question of Anne Catherick’s parentage on the father’s side.