He whipped up his horses, the cab dashed through the streets, and reached the hotel. Hilda hurried out and went up the steps. Tottering rather than walking, she advanced to a man who had come to meet her. He seemed to be the proprietor. "Lord Chetwynde!" she gasped. "Is he here?" She spoke in German. The proprietor shook his head. "He left the day before yesterday." Hilda staggered back with a low moan. She did not really think that he could be here yet, but she had hoped that he might be, and the disappointment was great. "Is there a letter here," she asked, in a faint voice, "for Lady Chetwynde?" "I think so. I'll see." Hurrying away he soon returned with a letter in his hand. "Are you the one to whom it is addressed?" he asked, with deep respect. "I am Lady Chetwynde," said Hilda, and at the same time eagerly snatched the letter from his hand. On the outside she at once recognized the writing of Gualtier. She saw the address, "Lady Chetwynde." In an instant she tore it open, and read the contents. The letter contained only the following words: "FRANKFORT, HÔTEL ROTHSCHILD, October 30, 1859. "We leave for Baden to-day. Our business is progressing very favorably. We go to the Hôtel Français at Baden. If you come on you must follow us there. If we go away before your arrival I will leave a note for you." The letter was as short as a telegram, and as unsatisfactory to a mind in such a state as hers. It had no signature, but the handwriting was Gualtier's. Hilda's hand trembled so that she could scarcely hold it. She read it over and over again. Then she turned to the landlord. "What time does the next train leave for Baden?" she asked. "To-morrow morning at 5 A.M., miladi." "Is there no train before?" "No, miladi." "Is there no steamer?" "No, miladi--not before to-morrow morning. The five o'clock train is the first and the quickest way to go to Baden." "I am in a great hurry," said Hilda, faintly. "I must be called in time for the five o'clock train." "You shall be, miladi." "Send a maid--and let me have my room now--as soon as possible--for I am worn out."