"John Cassidy is happier where he lies than we are. Is this your only
missive?"
"No; I have a letter for Mr Lestrange, and beg you to tell me his
address."
At that moment she looked round, and gave a little scream as first a
footstep, then a voice, fell on her ear.
"Adele," said a lean, bilious-looking man, with a hard, pinched face and
knit lips, approaching from one of the side-walks--"Adele, what do you
here?"
"My husband," said the lady, so far recovering her composure as to smile
and advance to meet him, "you are come in a good moment. This lad bears
a missive for you, and, having discovered me in the crowd, was begging
me to deliver it for him. Here it is."
Duport took the letter with a frigid glance at me as if to say he
believed not a word of the story, and mechanically tore it open.