THE LITTLE GODS DESERT HIM And all next day he searched like a man whose eyes would never close again.

She had not passed the night in any inn or village house of St.
Gian; of that he made certain by inquiries from door to door.

None of the guides had seen her, though they are astir so late and so early, patiently waiting at the hotel doors to be hired, that there seems to be no night for them--darkness only, that blots them out for a time as they stand waiting.

At all hours there is in St.Gian the tinkle of bells, the clatter of hoofs, the crack of a whip, dust in retreat; but no coachman brought him news.

The streets were thronged with other coachmen on foot looking into every face in quest of some person who wanted to return to the lowlands, but none had looked into her face.
Within five minutes of the hotel she might have been on any of half a dozen roads.