She was as much surprised as he was.
"I write to Madame Raynal at the post-office, Frejus," said she.
"And Madame Raynal gets your letters ?" "Of course she does, since she answers them; you cannot have inquired at the post." "Why, it was the first place I inquired at, and neither Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire nor Madame Raynal were known there." Jacintha, who could have given the clew, seemed so puzzled herself, that they did not even apply to her.

Edouard took a sorrowful leave of the baroness, and set out on his journey home.
Oh! how sad and weary that ride seemed now by what it had been coming.
His disappointment was deep and irritating; and ere he had ridden half way a torturer fastened on his heart.

That torture is suspicion; a vague and shadowy, but gigantic phantom that oppresses and rends the mind more terribly than certainty.

In this state of vague, sickening suspicion, he remained some days: then came an affectionate letter from Rose, who had actually returned home.

In this she expressed her regret and disappointment at having missed him; blamed herself for misleading him, but explained that their stay at Frejus had been prolonged from day to day far beyond her expectation.