CHAPTER X.
MY STRANGE DEPARTURE.
The next morning brought me two letters; one from Mrs.Everard, telling me that she and the Colonel had resolved on coming to Paris.
"All the nice people are going away from here," she wrote.

"Madame Didier and her husband have started for Naples; and, to crown our lonesomeness, Raffaello Cellini packed up all his traps, and left us yesterday morning en route for Rome.

The weather continues to be delicious; but as you seem to be getting on so well in Paris, in spite of the cold there, we have made up our minds to join you, the more especially as I want to renovate my wardrobe.

We shall go straight to the Grand Hotel; and I am writing to Mrs.Challoner by this post, asking her to get us rooms.

We are so glad you are feeling nearly recovered--of course, you must not leave your physician till you are quite ready.