. . .
Mr. Eames was waiting for the bishop, according to appointment.
"How about Mrs. Meadows?" he at once began.
"She was out, invisible. I waited nearly two hours and then lunched
with Count Caloveglia. By the way, have you seen anything of Denis
lately?"
"No. Why?"
"The old man seemed to be concerned about him. He asked me to make
enquiries. Van Koppen thought that he might have got into trouble with
some girl. But that strikes me as very unlikely. He may be a little
homesick and lonely, so far from his mother."
The bibliographer said:
"I understand Mr. van Koppen is quite an authority on girls. As to
Denis, I saw him last--when was it? Oh, not so very long ago. The day
all those funny things happened; those portents. We walked up and down
together on this very terrace. Perhaps he has left the island, like
that wretched mineralogist who promised me--never mind! He seemed all
right then. A little depressed, perhaps. Yes; a little depressed, no I
come to think of it. But the Count need not be anxious.
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