And here she idled in her bedroom, desolate, hopeless, wishing she had courage to steal down at night to the waters of the Bodensee, and end it all.
On the third day she returned to Munich, having said farewell to her friend, who was quite prepared for the parting.

From Munich she proceeded to Leipzig, and there entered again the family circle of the Gassners.

She had no intention of staying for very long; the pretence of musical study could not be kept up; but her next step was quite uncertain.
A fortnight later, Mrs.Frothingham wrote thus:---- 'I am sending you on a letter which, if I am not mistaken, comes from Mr.Rolfe.Do tell me if I am right.

Odd that he should write to you, if it is he.

You have not told me yet whether you saw Mr.Redgrave again.
But I see that you don't care much, and perhaps it is as well.' The forwarded letter had been originally addressed to the care of Mrs Frothingham, and Alma, at a glance, recognised Harvey Rolfe's writing.
He dated from London.