She feared Von Sendlingen but little, since she would have a good start of him if he pursued.
Should she keep on or see her uncle?
Pity for him, a stranger, perhaps dying in a hotel, most inhospitable shelter to an invalid, did not enter her heart.

She had seen her lover murdered without a spark of communication, and was now glad that he could never call her to account for the theft.

But a vague expectation of benefiting by the pretense of affection--the desire to have some support in case of Von Sendlingen attacking--the excuse and cover her ministration at the sick-bed would afford, all these reasons united to guide her to the Hotel de l'Aigle aux deux Becs, in the rue Caumartin.
Her uncle was no longer there.

His stroke of paralysis had frightened the proprietor who suggested his removal to a private hospital, but M.
Dobronowska had preferred to be attended to in the house, a little out of St.Denis, of an acquaintance.

It was Mr.Lesperon's, the abode of a once noted poetess, whose husband had enjoyed Dobronowska's hospitality in Finland and who had tried to repay the obligation.
Cesarine recalled the name; this lady had been a friend of her aunt's and she felt she would not be intruding.