I made no scruple about reading the addresses, and was astonished to find that one was to Mrs.Eldon, at Wanley Manor, Wanley being the place where I was about to live on my return to England.

I took it for granted that you were Mrs.Eldon's son.

The other letter, as you know, was to a lady at a hotel in the town.' Hubert nodded.
'And you went to her as soon as you left me ?' 'After hearing from the doctor that there was no immediate danger .-- The letters, I suppose, would have announced your death ?' Hubert again inclined his head.

The imperturbable gravity of the speaker had the effect of imposing self-command on the young man; whose sensitive cheeks showed what was going on within.
'Will you tell me of your interview with her ?' he asked.
'It was of the briefest; my French is not fluent.' 'But she speaks English well.' 'Probably her distress led her to give preference to her native tongue.
She was anxious to go to you immediately, and I told her where you lay.
I made inquiries next day, and found that she was still giving you her care.

As you were doing well, and I had to be moving homewards, I thought it better to leave without seeing you again.