in a North-country village, it isn't likely; but in any case, you have secured the grateful recollection of
Yours very cordially, Jessie Brabazon.
'P.S.—Kindest regards to Sir Charles and those dear Wentworths, and a kiss for yourself, if I may venture to send you one.'
'She doesn't even mention where they've gone,' Amelia exclaimed, in a very bad humour.
'The concierge may know,' Isabel suggested, looking over my shoulder.
We asked at his office.
Yes, the gentleman's address was the Rev. Richard Peploe Brabazon, Holme Bush Cottage, Empingham, Northumberland.
Any address where letters might be sent at once, in Paris?
For the next ten days, or till further notice, Hôtel des Deux Mondes, Avenue de l'Opéra.
Amelia's mind was made up at once.
'Strike while the iron's hot,' she cried. 'This sudden illness, coming at the end of their honeymoon, and involving ten days' more stay at an expensive hotel, will probably upset the curate's budget. He'll be glad to sell now. You'll get them for three hundred. It was absurd of Charles to offer so much at first; but offered once, of course we must stick to it.'
'What do you propose to do?' Charles asked. 'Write, or telegraph?'
