She confessed that now she loved--yes, loved--a man who was her ideal, whose name she knew not, and she begged to be defended against herself, for she felt tottering on the edge of an abyss.

She was mistress of her own heart no longer.
Next day, when Dame Kramm came for Fanny to take her to the singing-master, she found Teresa's house deserted.

The doors and windows were shut, and the furniture had been removed.

Nobody could tell where she had gone.
She had taken it into her head to flit in the night-time.

Her rent she had deposited with the caretaker, unknown porters had removed everything, and she had left no address behind for kind inquirers..