CHAPTER XII

SEARCHING FOR THE LOST

MAUD did not return to her "pension" till the evening. She had

thoroughly enjoyed going about Rome with Sidney Althorp. It was so

long since she had seen him that his society was very welcome, and she

listened eagerly to all he could tell her of her circle of acquaintance

at home. Nothing occurred to mar the pleasure of their meeting, and

she came back in excellent spirits. She thought more kindly of Enid as

she climbed the long flight of stairs to their dwelling. She hoped her

cousin had not been dull; but she had no time to seek her then, for it

wanted but ten minutes to the dinner hour.

Maud made her toilette with all haste, but by the time she reached the

dining-room, most of the company were already seated at the table.

She saw to her surprise that Enid's place was empty. She sat down,

expecting at every moment that Enid would appear; but she did not come.

"Is your cousin not coming to dinner this evening, Miss Marian?"

enquired Signora Grassi.

"I cannot tell," said Maud. "We have not been together this afternoon.

I came in late, and did not go to her room. If you will excuse me, I

will go there now. I fear she is not well."

"Do not trouble to go—I will send a servant," said Signora Grassi.

She did so, and the servant returned saying that Miss Mildmay was not

in her room.

Maud was astonished, but hardly alarmed. It occurred to her that Enid

had perhaps gone to Mrs. Dakin's that afternoon, and been persuaded

to stay and dine there. Still, it was hardly like Enid to do such a

thing without sending word to her cousin. She was generally careful to

avoid causing inconvenience or anxiety to others. But Maud reflected,

with a twinge of conscience, that of late she had shown so little

consideration for Enid that her cousin might well think that she was

not likely to be disturbed by her absence for a few hours.

Signora Grassi looked rather uneasy. "Miss Mildmay is perhaps with

friends," she suggested. "You know, I suppose, where she was going this

afternoon?"

"Indeed, I have not an idea," said Maud. "She had formed no plans when

I left her."

"This was Mrs. Dakin's afternoon for being 'At home,'" said Miss Guy.

"Your cousin very likely went there, and Mr. Julius Dakin has induced

her to remain awhile. She will return presently under his protection."

Maud glanced at the speaker with an air of disdain. "You may be right

as to Miss Mildmay's being at Mrs. Dakin's," she said haughtily. "It

seems to me a probable solution of the mystery. I feel no alarm about

my cousin. She is perfectly capable of taking care of herself."

"Ah, but there are such dangers in Rome!" said Signora Grassi, with a

little nervous shiver. "And Miss Mildmay is so courageous. She seems

not to know what fear is. I have always been afraid lest she should

venture too much. However, it is all right if she is at Mrs. Dakin's."

This was by no means certain, however. Maud ate her dinner with

apparent equanimity; but in truth she was feeling uneasy, and her

uneasiness increased as the evening wore on. As soon as dinner was

over, she hastened to Enid's room, half hoping to find her there. The

deserted look of the room was depressing. An examination of Enid's

wardrobe showed her that Enid had gone out in the ordinary dress she

wore in the studio. She would probably have made some change in her

attire, had she contemplated a visit to Mrs. Dakin. But if not at Mrs.

Dakin's, where was Enid? She had no intimate friends in Rome. She never

paid visits except in the company of her cousin. Maud could think of no

place where she was likely to be found.

With fears that could no longer be suppressed, she hurried to consult

with Signora Grassi. She met that lady in the corridor, and a glance

showed that she shared her anxiety.

"My dear," said the signora, "I cannot rest for thinking of your

cousin. Suppose she should not be at Mrs. Dakin's! Do you not think we

should send there to enquire?"

"Yes, yes," said Maud breathlessly; "we should have sent there before.

There is no time to be lost. I will go myself at once!"

She hastily put on her hat, drew a large fur-lined cloak over her

evening dress, and ran down the stairs. At the corner of the street,

one of the small open carriages so common in Rome was standing. Maud

sprang into it, and told the man to drive with all speed to Mr. Dakin's

house. The horse was tired, and the man's utmost efforts could not

induce it to proceed rapidly. The distance to be traversed was not

great, but it seemed to Maud in her impatience as if they would never

reach the house. At last, the door was gained, and she learned from the

porter to her relief that the Dakins were at home.

As she insisted that she must see Mrs. Dakin at once, the servant

ushered her, just as she was, into the drawing-room. A lady and

gentleman from Washington had been dining with Mr. and Mrs. Dakin, and

two young German tourists were also present.

Miss Amory was seated at the piano, singing, with imperfect mastery of

the language, an Italian song when Maud entered; Julius stood at her

side. The singer turned as the door opened, and catching sight of Miss

Marian's white agitated face, at once ceased singing, whilst Julius

hurried forward with an air of alarm. For a few moments, Maud could not

speak. She gazed round the room half dazed, and was conscious only that

Enid was not there.

"My dear Miss Marian, what is the matter?" It was Mrs. Dakin's voice

that roused her.

"Oh, I hoped I should find Enid here," said Maud, in a tone of deep

distress. "Can you give me any news of her? She has not been home since

the afternoon, and we cannot tell where she is."

"What! You do not mean that Miss Mildmay is lost, and in Rome of all

places!" exclaimed Miss Amory, in her high voice.

This was more than Maud could bear. She sank on a chair, feeling faint

and heart-sick, and fearing to lose all control of herself.

Julius Dakin came to her side. It might have been observed that he had

grown very pale; but he spoke in a calm, decided tone.

"Do not distress yourself, Miss Marian; there may be no real cause for

alarm. Just tell me what you know of your cousin's movements, and I

will see what can be done."

His cool, quiet manner restored Maud's courage.

"The worst of it is that I know nothing," she said. "A friend from

London, a gentleman who is in my father's business, called to see me

this morning; he persuaded me to go out with him to show him Rome. I

left Enid busy with her painting. I did not get home till close upon

dinner-time, and not till I reached the table did I learn that Enid had

not come in, and no one knew where she was. I at once imagined that she

must be here."

"She has not been to see me," said Mrs. Dakin. "But have you no idea of

what she intended to do?"

"Not the least," said Maud. "I do not think she had formed any plans

for to-day."

"You have enquired at the studio, of course?" said Julius.

"No, I have not—I never thought of doing so," said Maud.

"Why, my dear, I should have enquired there the first thing," said Mrs.

Dakin. "Something may have occurred to detain her there. She may even

have met with an accident."

"In that case, some one surely would have let me know," replied Maud.

"One would think so," said Julius. "But there is Miss Strutt—she may be

able to tell you something about your cousin."

"To be sure. How foolish of me not to have thought of her before!" said

Maud rising. "I will go to her at once."

"I will come with you," said Julius.

And they started without delay.

In a few minutes, they were at the house in the Via Sistina. The door

was closed, and Julius had some difficulty in arresting the attention

of the porter, who evidently did not expect visitors so late in the

evening. He came grumbling to the door; but his manner changed when he

saw the gentleman and lady. He could give no information concerning

Enid, but his wife, who came out at the sound of voices, said that the

young lady had brought her the key of the studio about half-past three,

and had gone away. She had not noticed in what direction she turned.

"Then we shall not find her here," said Maud in a disappointed tone to

Julius as they went up the stairs.

"Don't give up hope," he said. "We may gain some clue to her

whereabouts." But his own heart was heavy with dread.

They opened the door of the studio and went in. All was in perfect

order—Enid had put things carefully away ere she left the studio. The

pictures and delicate fabrics were covered in preparation for the

morning's sweeping. It suddenly struck Maud how much she owed to Enid's

thoughtfulness: how many little services Enid constantly rendered her

which she took almost as a matter of course! But now, as she looked

about her, and saw everywhere the trace of Enid's careful hands, the

sight struck such pain to her heart as we feel when we look on the last

work wrought for us by some loving one whom death has removed from our

side.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, overcome by the anguish of the thought. "How good

Enid has always been to me! And I—I have been a perfect wretch to her!

How can I bear it if any harm has come to her!"

"Don't—don't give way," said Julius, but his own voice was hoarse. "Let

us go to Miss Strutt—she may be able to tell us something."

So they went down the cold dark staircase, and found their way, by the

light of the wax taper Julius carried, to Miss Strutt's door. The house

seemed empty and deserted, for few of the artists who worked there by

day remained at their studios after daylight had gone. In the midst of

her distress, Maud wondered how Miss Strutt could bear to live there

all alone.

Although it was barely nine o'clock, Miss Strutt was already preparing

for rest. At any other time, Maud would have been intensely amused at

the droll figure she presented as she looked out of the door, attired

in an old tartan dressing-gown, with her head tied up in a flowered

silk handkerchief. She betrayed some discomposure at finding herself

confronted by a gentleman when thus "déshabillée;" but no sooner did

she hear the news he brought, than she forgot herself entirely in

concern for Enid.

"I know nothing of her—I have not seen her all day!" she exclaimed. "Oh

dear, dear me! Our little Enid lost! What a lamentable thing! Wait a

minute whilst I dress myself, and I will come with you to seek her."

"Can you make any suggestion as to where we should seek her?" asked

Julius, not thinking that Miss Strutt's presence was likely to be of

much assistance.

"How can I? She said nothing to me of any intention, unless—She may

possibly have gone to the Villa Mattei. It is open on Thursdays, and I

know she meant to go there some day."

"That is an idea," said Julius. "We will make enquiries in that

direction."

"Let us go there at once," said Maud, turning to accompany him.

But he gently checked her.

"Not you," he said. "I am going to ask Miss Strutt to take care of you."

"Indeed, I do not need to be taken care of," said Maud, indignantly. "I

am going to look for Enid; I will not rest till I find her!"

"It is impossible that you should wander abroad this cold night," he

replied firmly. Then he added in a gentler, somewhat tremulous tone,

"Do you not see that the search may last all night? You will be brave

and strong, I hope. You will return to the 'pension' with Miss Strutt,

if she will accompany you, and await what tidings we may bring. Who

knows? Your cousin may return there very soon. Whenever she comes, she

will want you."

Maud was obliged to yield to him, though she yielded reluctantly.

It seemed to Miss Strutt as she observed him that the young man's

character had undergone a transformation. She could see that he was

intensely anxious about Enid—that the thought of her peril gave him

the utmost pain, and she was not surprised. But the self-control,

firmness, and decision he displayed did surprise her. She had not given

him credit for such qualities. She had imagined him to be simply a

frivolous, pleasure-loving, rather conceited young man. She now saw

that there was more in him than she had supposed.

"Enquire of the guards at the Forum and the Colosseum," she said to him

ere he left. "Enid goes so often to those places that they must know

her well."

Julius, impatient of every moment of inaction, departed in haste. If he

had been ignorant before of the nature of the feeling which drew him

to Enid Mildmay, this night was destined to reveal it to him. His mind

was in an agony as he drove towards the Colosseum. He knew too well

the hidden dangers of Rome into which a young and inexperienced girl

might fall. All kinds of terrible possibilities suggested themselves

to his imagination, and he blamed himself for never having given

Enid the least warning that it was possible to be too adventurous in

exploring Rome. Yet in truth the idea of peril in connexion with Enid's

wanderings had never before suggested itself to him. Enid's courage and

simplicity had seemed a sufficient safeguard for her. And what right

had he to interfere with her movements? But he vowed within himself

that if he found her safe and well, he would not rest till he had won

the right to watch over her in future. It should not be his fault if

she strayed into danger again.

The moon was slowly rising behind the Colosseum, and beginning to

illumine with its rays the grand old walls. Already there were

carriages standing at the entrance, and the sound of voices and

laughter from within announced that a party of American tourists were

"doing" the Colosseum by moonlight. Julius alighted and made enquiries

at the entrance, but could learn nothing of Enid there.

He passed on towards the Cœlian on foot, making enquiry of everyone

he met of whom it appeared in the least probable that he might obtain

tidings of Enid. By doing so, he attracted considerable attention.

The news that a young English lady was lost passed rapidly from one

to another. Curiosity or the hope of gain drew people after him. To

his annoyance, he found himself attended by a crowd of persons, who

harassed him with questions and suggestions that were mostly wide of

the mark.

Crossing the open ground at the right of the Colosseum, Julius paused

at the end of one of the paths and looked about him in perplexity.

Which way should he take? A little below to the right was the church of

S. Gregorio. To the left the steep arched lane ascended to the church

of SS. Giovanni e Paolo. Was it likely she had entered either of these

churches? Should he visit them, or hurry on without delay to the Villa

Mattei, and ask if she had been there that afternoon?

As he hesitated, someone pulled his sleeve. He looked round, and saw

a small girl by his side. Her face was half hidden by the black hair

which hung over it, but her large dark eyes gleamed in the moonlight.

"The signor seeks a Signorina Inglese?"

"Yes, yes," said Julius eagerly.

"'Una piccola, brunetta con aria forte?'" ("A little one, of brown

complexion and healthy appearance?")

"Yes, yes."

"The signorina is an artist; she has a studio in the Via Sistina?"

"Yes, it is she!" exclaimed Julius, unable to restrain his impatience.

"Tell me at once what you know about her."

"The signorina passed up here this afternoon," replied the girl,

pointing up the lane. "She spoke to me, and gave me a soldo, and said

that if I would come to her studio to-morrow, she would perhaps employ

me as a model."

"Yes, yes; and where did she go? Did you watch her?"

"She went into the church," said the girl.

"And afterwards—did you see her come out?"

"No, no; I did not see her again, though I waited long outside the

church, for I had forgotten the number of her studio, and I wanted to

ask her."

Julius stayed to hear no more. With rapid strides, he ascended the

steep road. The church was closed at this hour. With a vigorous hand,

Julius pulled the bell at the door of the adjoining monastery. His loud

summons brought the porter in haste to the door. He was about to demur

to admitting a visitor so late in the evening, but ere he could get the

words out, Julius had pushed him aside and entered.

"I must speak with one of the reverend brethren at once," he said.

"Here—take my card, and say that my business brooks of no delay."

The man, overawed by his imperious manner, obeyed instantly. And the

effect of his message or his name—for the banker was a person of

importance in Roman society, although not of the Roman Church—was such

that in a few moments a monk appeared. He was one who had been in the

church and had spoken with Enid that afternoon.

"Yes, yes," he said, as Julius hastily explained what brought him.

"I remember the young lady you describe. She was in the church this

afternoon."

"And when did she leave it?"

"That I cannot say," he replied. "The last I saw of her was when she

descended to the subterranean house in the company of Brother Tomaso.

I know that she did so, for I lighted her candle and saw her down the

stairs."

"Where is Brother Tomaso?" demanded Julius Dakin.

"I do not know; I will seek him instantly," said the monk, impressed by

Mr. Dakin's manner, and catching the contagion of his excitement.

He disappeared, and in a few minutes returned accompanied by a monk

much older than himself, who walked with a feeble step.

And now a strange thing happened. Neither Julius nor the younger monk

could succeed in recalling Enid to the old man's recollection. He

persisted in saying that no such young lady had formed one of the party

he had conducted through the ancient house. He grew angry with his

young brother when he maintained that he was mistaken, since he himself

had seen the young English lady follow the others.

"If you saw her descend, perhaps you also saw her come out," he said,

"for I did not. There were but two ladies in the party, and they were

German, and good Catholics, for I saw them take the holy water ere they

quitted the church, and they gave me a franc for our offertory."

"Is it possible," exclaimed Julius, violently agitated, "that she has

been left behind in those dismal vaults? She may have fallen, or have

fainted. There is no knowing what horrible thing may have happened to

her there."

"It is impossible!" exclaimed the younger monk. "But calm yourself,

signor. We will descend at once and ascertain if she is there."

It was with difficulty Julius could control his agitation. The younger

monk lighted a lantern, found the keys, and led the way into the

church. He entered the little chapel, descended the steps, and unlocked

strong iron door. Julius, who followed closely, shook with a nervous

tremor as the door was opened. He advanced with a sensation of dread,

but the next moment a cry of joy escaped him.

The light held by the monk fell upon the form of Enid seated on a stone

step, her head drooping against an angle of the wall, and her eyes

closed in sleep.

At the sound of Julius' cry, she moved and opened her eyes: they met

his with a dazed, startled look; then she smiled, and said in a simple,

child-like way—

"Ah, you have come!—I knew you would come!"

"Enid, dearest Enid," he said with passionate earnestness, "you can

never know how thankful I am to find you safe at last! To think of your

being shut up in this horrid place!"

"Hush!" she said faintly, as he helped her to rise. "Do not say

anything about it now."

She was weak and stiff. He put his arms about her and helped her to

ascend the stairs. The monk hastened to fetch wine; she drank some and

her strength revived.

"Are you well enough to drive home now?" Julius asked presently. "Your

cousin is in great anxiety about you."

"Then let us start at once," said Enid. "Indeed I am strong."

But she was still unable to talk over what had happened, and the drive

passed almost in silence.

Maud would never forget the relief she experienced when, just as she

was ready to give up all hope, and abandon herself to the most gloomy

forebodings, Julius appeared accompanied by Enid. All the coldness and

constraint that had arisen between the two melted away in the joy of

this reunion. If Enid had ever doubted whether her cousin had any real

affection for her, she was assured of it now. Maud could not do enough

for her. She overwhelmed Enid with loving attentions.

"Now I have you safe and sound again, I mean to take better care of

you," she said. "You will not be allowed to go wandering off alone any

more, I can tell you."

She insisted on having her bed placed in Enid's room that she might be

with her during the night. "For if you wake and find yourself alone,

Enid," she said, "you will be fancying yourself back in that dreadful

place."

Enid was very tired, and glad to lie down, but it was long ere sleep

came to her. The day's adventure had wrought in her an excitement of

mind which would not yield to repose. Nor was Maud's state of mind more

tranquil. When they had been lying down for more than an hour, she

heard Enid moving restlessly on her bed, and spoke to her.

"You cannot sleep, Enid?"

"No," said Enid wearily; "I do not feel in the least like sleeping."

"Nor I," said Maud. "I keep thinking it all over, and imagining all

kinds of things that might have happened."

"That is not a profitable occupation," said Enid. "It is not like you

to indulge your imagination in that way."

"No, it is not," said Maud. "But, Enid, you cannot think how miserable

I felt when you were lost. I kept thinking how horrid I had been to you

during this past week. I should never have forgiven myself if any harm

had come to you. And now, will you forgive me?"

"Of course, if there is anything to forgive," said Enid. "But you

misunderstood me—that was all."

"I don't know about that," said Maud. "You must not try to find excuses

for me; I know I behaved very badly. But, Enid, do tell me how you

managed to endure being shut up in that dark underground place. If it

had happened to me, I should have gone mad."

"I felt like that at first," said Enid, tremulously. "The first

half-hour was dreadful. I thought there would be rats and mice, and all

sorts of horrible things in the darkness; and it seemed as if I could

not bear it. I grew cold and sick, and shook from head to with fear.

But then I thought of the martyrs who had suffered in that place so

many years ago. I remembered how they must have lived in constant dread

for long ere they were put to death. I thought how many in those days,

women and young girls even, had found strength to endure the utmost

tortures rather than deny their faith, and my own suffering seemed

slight in comparison. Sooner or later, I felt sure that I should be set

free. I had only to spend a few hours in cold and darkness, that was

all."

"All!" echoed Maud. "I should think it was enough. Oh, you dear, brave,

heroic Enid!"

"Indeed, I felt anything but heroic," replied her cousin. "God must

have sent the thoughts that gave me comfort. I thought of home and of

mother. I remembered that in a little time they would be gathered for

family prayers, and I knew they would pray for me. Then I prayed, and I

felt that my prayer was heard. The love of God, in which I have always

believed in a way, became to me then such a blessed reality. I felt

that God was near, and would watch over me. My mind grew more and more

peaceful, till at last, in spite of every discomfort, I fell asleep. I

don't know how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes, Julius Dakin

stood beside me, and my trouble was over."

"Julius was very good and kind," said Maud. "He was ready to do

anything. If you had been his sister, he could not have shown more

anxiety about you."

To this Enid made no reply. They ceased talking, and presently Maud

fell asleep. But the allusion to Julius Dakin had started Enid on a

fresh train of thought, and one not calculated to lessen her excitement

of mind.

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