Next day I left at ten o'clock, and reached the hotel about twelve. My father had gone out.
I went to my own rooms, hoping that he had perhaps gone there. No one had called. I went to the solicitor's. No one was there. I went back to the hotel, and waited till six. M. Duval did not return, and I went back to Bougival.
I found Marguerite not waiting for me, as she had been the day before, but sitting by the fire, which the weather still made necessary. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that I came close to her chair without her hearing me. When I put my lips to her forehead she started as if the kiss had suddenly awakened her.
"You frightened me," she said. "And your father?"
"I have not seen him. I do not know what it means. He was not at his hotel, nor anywhere where there was a chance of my finding him."
"Well, you must try again to-morrow."
"I am very much inclined to wait till he sends for me. I think I have done all that can be expected of me."
"No, my friend, it is not enough; you must call on your father again, and you must call to-morrow."