When her maid came she said,
"Get me my travelling dress." Ten minutes later she came into the
library, saying to Watts.
"Papa, I want you to take me to New York, by the first train."
"Are you crazy, my darling?" cried Watts. "With riots and Anarchists all
over the city."
"I must go to New York," said Leonore. "If you won't take me, I'll go
with madame."
"Not for a moment--" began Watts.
"Papa," cried Leonore, "don't you see it's killing me? I can't bear
it--" and Leonore stopped.
"Yes, Watts, we must," said Mrs. D'Alloi.
Two hours later they were all three rolling towards New York. It was a
five hours' ride, but Leonore sat the whole distance without speaking,
or showing any consciousness of her surroundings. For every turn of
those wheels seemed to fall into a rhythmic repetition of: "If I had
only said 'good-bye.'"
The train was late in arriving, and Watts tried to induce Leonore to go
to a hotel for the night. She only said "No. Take me to him," but it was
in a voice which Watts could not disregard.
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