"Do you think of any plan, Jack?" she asked, at length.
"Yes, madam," said our hero. "The man who painted the picture of Ida
may know where she is to be found."
"You are right," said the lady. "I should have thought of it before.
I will order the carriage again instantly, and we will at once go
back to the print-store."
An hour later, Henry Bowen was surprised by the visit of an elegant
lady to his studio, accompanied by a young man of eighteen.
"I think you are the artist who designed 'The Flower-Girl,'" said
Mrs. Clifton.
"I am, madam."
"It was taken from life?"
"You are right."
"I am anxious to find out the little girl whose face you copied. Can
you give me any directions that will enable me to find her out?"
"I will accompany you to the place, if you desire it, madam," said
the young man. "It is a strange neighborhood to look for so much
beauty."
"I shall be deeply indebted to you if you will oblige me so far,"
said the lady. "My carriage is below, and my coachman will obey your
orders."
Once more they were on the move. A few minutes later, and the
carriage paused. The driver opened the door. He was evidently quite
scandalized at the idea of bringing his lady to such a place.
"This can't be the place, madam," he said.
"Yes," said the artist. "Do not get out, madam. I will go in, and
find out all that is needful.
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