"
"But just now I want my fan; it is so close everywhere to-day."
"I fly, mademoiselle."
He started to the door.
She called after him:--
"Let me help your instinct, then; I had it last in the major's study."
"That was where I was going."
He disappeared. Rose got up and moved uneasily towards the window. "How
queer and quiet it looks outside. It's really too bad that he should be
sent after that fan again. He'll never find it." She resumed her place
at the piano, Adele following her with round, expectant eyes. After a
pause she started up again. "I'll go and fetch it myself," she said,
with a half-embarrassed laugh, and ran to the door.
Scarcely understanding her own nervousness, but finding relief in rapid
movement, Rose flew lightly up the staircase. The major's study, where
she had been writing letters, during his absence, that morning, was at
the further end of a long passage, and near her own bedroom, the door of
which, as she passed, she noticed, half-abstractedly, was open, but she
continued on and hurriedly entered the study.
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