Memoirs of DrThomas WEvans: the second French empire . re might have been some misunderstanding as towhere we were to meet. She remembered also the sinisterglance of the eye of the station-master at La Riviere, andit began to trouble her; and, growing more and more appre-hensive that something really serious had prevented myreturn, she requested Dr. Crane to go and try to find me. The doctor accordingly set out to hunt me up; but aftertramping about in the rain for nearly half an hour with-out success, he gave up the quest and went back to thecarpet factory, where he found the Empress still st
Memoirs of DrThomas WEvans: the second French empire . re might have been some misunderstanding as towhere we were to meet. She remembered also the sinisterglance of the eye of the station-master at La Riviere, andit began to trouble her; and, growing more and more appre-hensive that something really serious had prevented myreturn, she requested Dr. Crane to go and try to find me. The doctor accordingly set out to hunt me up; but aftertramping about in the rain for nearly half an hour with-out success, he gave up the quest and went back to thecarpet factory, where he found the Empress still standingin the doorway, her plain, dark dress glistening with rain,her skirts and shoes soiled; herself unnoticed, uncared forby those who passed by hurriedly on their way homeward,pushing their dripping umbrellas almost into the face of herwho was now without a home and shelterless, but whoonly a few days before was their sovereign. Both theladies were now beginning to feel very anxious Crane tried to reassure them, and also to persuade the. THE PORTE COCHKRK AT LIS1HUX. ON THE ROAD TO THE COAST 355 Empress to step in under the cover of the passage, but tono purpose; so that, when my carriage turned into thestreet leading to the railway station, I saw her Majestystanding in the rain at the entrance of the factory, appar-ently alone, and presenting such a picture of completeabandonment and utter helplessness as to produce uponme a powerful and ineffaceable impression. It seemed impossible that this thing could be. WhatI saw was so utterly inconsistent with what I had seen, andthe memory of which flashed into my mind instantly, thatI could scarcely believe my own eyes. Am I dreaming,I said to myself, or is this indeed reality ? Less than a year had passed since, at Constantinople, Ihad watched from the villa of Sefer Pacha the Aigle as sherounded the Seraglio Point and entered the waters of theGolden Horn, bringing the Empress as the guest of theSultan, and had witnesse
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