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Rh He meant to shove the envelope into the woman's hand and then—brrr, brrr!—home. . . to bed. . . warm. . . warm. . ..

"Don't you know, then, where the young lady is, sir?"

"Where she is?"

"Where she's gone to?"

"Has she gone?"

"She didn't come home yesterday afternoon. I don't say I'm anxious; but still she always used to come home of an evening. She owes me some money, but she hasn't run away . . . for everything has been left as it was, upstairs: her clothes, her bits of jewellery. . . ."

"Perhaps she's out of town. . . ."

"Perhaps . . . only she's taken nothing with her."

"Perhaps, all the same . . ."

"Yes . . . it's possible. . . . So I'm to give her the envelope . . . when she comes?"

"Yes. . . . Or no, no, give it to me . . . I'll see to it myself. . . . Or no, you'd better give it her when she comes back. . . . No, after all, I'll see to it. . . ."

He stuffed the envelope into his pocket, went off. Brrr! It lay on his chest like a plank. . . . Where could she be gone to? Where was Pauline gone to? Had she gone out of town? . . . Why hadn't he simply left the envelope? Well, you never knew: