Will—now where is she? How can I get at her?"
Opening my chamber-door I walked down into the kitchen.
"Who brought the packet?" I asked of the servant who had delivered it to me.
"Un petit commissionaire, monsieur."
"Did he say anything?"
"Rien."
And I wended my way up the back-stairs, wondrously the wiser for my inquiries.
"No matter," said I to myself, as I again closed the door. "No matter—I'll seek her through Brussels."
And I did. I sought her day by day whenever I had a moment's leisure, for four weeks; I sought her on Sundays all day long; I sought her on the Boulevards, in the Allée Verte, in the Park; I sought her in Ste. Gudule and St. Jacques; I sought her in the two Protestant chapels; I attended these latter at the German, French, and
