England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Love stories; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
For two nights I had not slept--my weariness overpowered me. I descended
to the cabin, and found an unoccupied corner in which I could lie down
to rest. When I awoke, it was night already, and the vessel was at sea.
I went on deck to breathe the fresh air. Before long the sensation of
drowsiness returned; I slept again for hours together. My friend, the
physician, would no doubt have attributed this prolonged need of repose
to the exhausted condition of my brain, previously excited by delusions
which had lasted uninterruptedly for many hours together. Let the cause
be what it might, during the greater part of the voyage I was awake at
intervals only. The rest of the time I lay like a weary animal, lost in
sleep.
When I stepped on shore at Rotterdam, my first proceeding was to ask my
way to the English Consulate. I had but a small sum of money with me;
and, for all I knew to the contrary, it might be well, before I did
anything else, to take the necessary measures for replenishing my purse.
I had my traveling-bag with me. On the journey to Greenwater Broad I had
left it at the inn in the market-town, and the waiter had placed it in
the carriage when I started on my return to London. The bag contained my
checkbook, and certain letters which assisted me in proving my identity
to the consul. He kindly gave me the necessary introduction to the
correspondents at Rotterdam of my bankers in London.
Having obtained my money, and having purchased certain necessaries of
which I stood in need, I walked slowly along the street, knowing nothing
of what my next proceeding was to be, and waiting confidently for the
event which was to guide me. I had not walked a hundred yards before
I noticed the name of "Van Brandt" inscribed on the window-blinds of a
house which appeared to be devoted to mercantile purposes.
The street door stood open. A second door, on one side of the passage,
led into the office. I entered the room and inquired for Mr. Van Brandt.
A clerk who spoke English was sent for to communicate with me. He told
me there were three partners of that name in the business, and inquired
which of them I wished to see. I remembered Van Brandt's Christian name,
and mentioned it. No such person as "Mr. Ernest Van Brandt" was known at
the office.
"We are only the branch house of the firm of Van Brandt here," the clerk
explained. "The head office is at Amsterdam. They may know where Mr.
Ernest Van Brandt is to be found, if you inquire there."
It mattered nothing to me where I went, so long as I was on my way to
Mrs. Van Brandt. It was too late to travel that day; I slept at a hotel.
The night passed quietly and uneventfully. The next morning I set forth
by the public conveyance for Amsterdam.
Repeating my inquiries at the head office on my arrival, I was referred
to one of the partners in the firm. He spoke English perfectly; and
he received me with an appearance of interest which I was at a loss to
account for at first.
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