Edouard looked at her, and said, grimly, "I will go to Frejus."
"So I would," said Jacintha, faltering a little, but not perceptibly;
"you might meet them on the road, if so be they come the same road;
there are two roads, you know."
Edouard hesitated; but he ended by sending Dard to the town on his own
horse, with orders to leave him at the inn, and borrow a fresh horse. "I
shall just have time," said he. He rode to Frejus, and inquired at the
inns and post-office for Mademoiselle de Beaurepaire. They did not know
her; then he inquired for Madame Raynal. No such name known. He rode by
the seaside upon the chance of their seeing him. He paraded on horseback
throughout the place, in hopes every moment that a window would open,
and a fair face shine at it, and call him. At last his time was up, and
he was obliged to ride back, sick at heart, to Beaurepaire. He told the
baroness, with some natural irritation, what had happened. She was as
much surprised as he was.
"I write to Madame Raynal at the post-office, Frejus," said she.
"And Madame Raynal gets your letters?"
"Of course she does, since she answers them; you cannot have inquired at
the post.
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