And then she tried all she could to turn him from
going; but it was no good, as I was telling you, sir, just now. Go he
would, and go he did; looking quite flushed and bright-like when he went
out, so as you'd have scarcely known how ill he'd been. And he left a bit
of a note for you on the chimbley-piece, sir."
Gilbert found the note; a hurried scrawl upon half a sheet, of paper,
twisted up hastily, and unsealed.
"She is found, Gilbert," wrote John Saltram. "Proul has traced the father
to his lair at last, and my darling is with him. They are lodging at 14,
Coleman-street, Tottenham-court-road. I am off this instant. Don't be
angry with me, true and faithful friend; I could not rest an hour away
from her now that she is found. I have no plan of action, but leave all
to the inspiration of the moment. You can follow me whenever you please.
Marian must thank you for your goodness to me. Marian must persuade you
to forgive my sin against you--Ever yours, J.S."
Follow him! yes, of course. Gilbert had no other thought. And she was
found at last, after all their suspense, their torturing anxiety. She was
found; and whatever danger there might be in her association with
Percival Nowell, she was safe so far, and would be speedily extricated
from the perilous alliance by her husband.
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