Yes, truly, mademoiselle had gone, the evening before.

Was monsieur then not aware?
The concierge was of opinion that mademoiselle had had bad news, but her tone implied that no news could be quite bad enough to justify the throwing up of such desirable apartments upon such short notice.
Mademoiselle had left in such haste that she had forgotten both to say where she was going and to leave an address for letters; and it would not be easy to surpass the consciousness of injury with which the concierge demanded what she was to say to the _facteur_ on the day of the post from America, when there were always four or five letters for mademoiselle.

Monsieur would be _bien amiable_, if he would allow that they should be directed to him.
Upon reflection monsieur declined this responsibility.
With the faintest ripple of resentment at being left out of Elfrida's confidence, he stated to himself that it would be intrusive.

He advised the concierge to keep them for a week or two, during which Miss Bell would be sure to remember to send for them, and turned to go.
"_Mademoiselle est allee a la Gare du Nord_," added the concierge, entirely aware that she was contributing a fact to Kendal's mental speculation, and wishing it had a greater intrinsic value.

But Kendal merely raised his eyebrows in polite acknowledgment of unimportant information.