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Misseri's hotel did a roaring trade. It was crowded from roof-tree to cellar. Rooms cost a fabulous price. Mrs. Wilders managed to be very comfortably lodged there notwithstanding. She still lingered in Constantinople. Her anxiety for her husband forbade her to leave the East, although she told her friends it was misery for her to be separated from her infant boy.
At any rate, it was sufficient to lure him on shore." "Of course there is something beneath all this: some intrigue, perhaps." "The old story, 'who is she? I suppose." "But I thought he was devoted to his cousin, the fair Mrs. Wilders." "Is she still in Constantinople?" "Yes, I think so. Still at Misseri's, I believe." "I wonder whether she has yet heard about this horrible affair.
I will call on you to-morrow, if I may, in the morning. I am going back to England almost at once." He came next day, and she received him in her little sitting-room at Misseri's. "You know how I feel for you," she said, giving him both her hands, her fine eyes full of tears. "They were such splendid young fellows, too. It is so sad so very sad." "I am very grateful for your sympathy.
Wilders regained the privacy of her own room at Misseri's, which was not till late in the day, she took out the letter she had laid hands on in the cabin of the yacht, and read it through slowly and carefully. It was from Lord Lydstone's father, dated at Essendine Towers, the principal family-seat.
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