"
"Where is she?"
"Ah, where? No longer here, anyway."
The train by which we had come from Geneva was not now in the station.
It had gone on, quite unobserved by any of us during the fracas, and
it flashed upon me at once that the incident had been planned for this
very purpose of occupying our attention while she stole off.
"But, one moment, Ludovic, that train was going to Macon and Paris. My
lady was travelling the other way--this way. You came with her
yourself. Why should she run back again?"
"Ah! Why does a woman do anything, and particularly this one? Still
there was a reason, a good one. She must have caught sight of my lord,
and knew that she was caught."
"That's plausible enough, but I don't understand it. She started for
Italy; what turned her back when you followed her, and why did she
come this way again?"
"She only came because I'd tracked her to Amberieu, and thought to
give me the slip," said Tiler.
"May be. But it don't seem to fit. Anyway, we've got to find her once
more. It ought not to be difficult. She's not the sort to hide
herself easily, with all her belongings, the nurse and the baby and
all the rest.
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