She acted as she was inwardly directed. The following day she told Constance that business of a private nature necessitated her going to England. Constance was to go with her, and they would be away from Geneva probably some six or seven weeks. "We shall be back before Julian returns," said Constance, and then was seized with consternation. "But his letters, mamma, his letters!" "We can leave directions," said Emilia, "that they shall be forwarded to the London Post-Office. It will only be a delay of a day or two, and you can make your letters to Julian longer, as a recompense." Emilia named London, a city she had never visited, because she had often heard Leonard say that it was the only place in England worth living in. With money at command that would be the most likely place in which to find him. Julian's family were surprised at this sudden departure, but Emilia easily explained it by saying that it was upon private business of importance. By her directions Constance wrote to Julian at once, informing him of their movements, and bidding him address his future letters to her to the General Post-Office in London. Then Emilia made arrangements for a lady to take her place with her pupils during her absence, and all her preparations being completed, she and Constance started for England. What would have embarrassed her had Constance been of a less sweet and confiding disposition was the necessity of her conducting her inquiries alone, without the knowledge of her daughter. She explained this to Constance as well as she was able. "You will not mind being left a good deal alone, dear?" she said, when they were established in lodgings in London. "No, mamma, if you wish it," said Constance. "It is necessary, darling. I have some business of a very private nature to look after; if you were with me it would hamper me. I cannot tell you now what it is, but it is for your good and mine." "And Julian's," said Constance. "Of course, and Julian's. You will not mind, will you?" "No, mamma, not at all. I can get books, and I can write to Julian." "You think only of him, dear." "And of you, mamma," said Constance, reproachfully. "Yes, my dear, yes. I think I must be growing jealous." "There is no reason, mamma dear. I love you both with all my heart. And Julian loves us both with all his. And you love us both with all yours. So it is really equal all round." "Constance," said Emilia, "if it were ever to happen that you had to choose between Julian and me----" "Mamma," cried Constance, "you frighten me!" "Forgive me, darling, forgive me," said Emilia, hastening to repair her error by caresses, "but all sorts of notions come into a foolish mother's head when she is about to lose her child."