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Louis read this letter over several times and fell into deep thought. Frank went on reading his letters, looking up from time to time. At last he put down the last one. "Louis!" said he. Louis looked up. "You came so late last night that I haven't had a chance to speak about any thing yet. I want to tell you something very important." "Well!" "Langhetti is alive." "I know it." "You knew it! When?
On making this discovery she was on the point of going back and telling Langhetti, but a cabman followed her persistently, promising to take her wherever she wished, and she thought that it would be foolish to trouble Langhetti about so small a matter; so that at length she decided to employ the persevering cabman, thinking that he could take her to her lodgings as well as any body else.
From there he went to Langhetti's lodgings, and found that Langhetti had come home about one o'clock and was not yet up. Beatrice, therefore, had left by herself; and had not gone any where with Langhetti. She had not returned home. It seemed to him most probable that either voluntarily or involuntarily she had come under the control of Potts.
"Let us put her in the carriage between us, and drive back instantly." Despard stooped as he spoke, raised her reverently in his arms, and lifted her upon the seat. He sprang in and put his arms around her senseless form, so as to support her against himself. Langhetti looked on with eyes that were moist with a sad yet mysterious feeling. Then he resumed his place in the carriage.
On arriving at Brandon Hall Beatrice found her diary in its place of concealment, the memory of old sorrows which could never be forgotten. But those old sorrows were passing away now, in the presence of her new joy. And yet that joy was darkened by the cloud of a new sorrow. Langhetti was dying.
Brandon thought that it was her nature, and that she, like her master Langhetti, found in music that which satisfied all passion and all desire. In about a fortnight after his recovery from his stupor they were ready to leave. The provisions in the boat were enough for two weeks' sail. Water was put on board, and they bade adieu to the island which had sheltered them.
"Oh, never fear. We are bold enough." "Good. But I am hurried, and I must go. I will send Asgeelo up, and give him a letter." With these words Brandon bowed an adieu and departed. Before evening Asgeelo was installed as one of the servants. Two days after Brandon's visit to Potts, Langhetti reached the village.
Langhetti, however, found that one of them was only in a 'trance state, and his efforts for resuscitation were successful. This one was a young girl of not more than sixteen years of age. After her restoration he left the quarantine bringing her with him, and came up to the city. Here he lived for a month or so, until at last he heard of me and came to see me.
Langhetti stood waiting in surprise; but in a short time the landlady came. She had a troubled look, and did not even return his salutation. "Is Miss Despard in?" "She is not here, Sir." "Not here!" "No, Sir. I'm frightened. There was a man here early this morning, too." "A man here. What for?" "Why, to ask after her." "And did he see her?" "She wasn't here." "Wasn't here! What do you mean?"
Was it because he knew that he was the cause of her silence? The face disappeared, and the spell was broken. Langhetti stood at the side-scenes, watching with deep agitation the silence of Beatrice. He was on the point of taking the desperate step of going forward when he saw that she had regained her composure.
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