The cemetery of Auteuil is not so large as that of Pere-la-Chaise, nor
does it contain so many celebrated persons as the latter--perhaps the
greatest cemetery, as regards its illustrious dead, in the whole world.
It is the cemetery of the better class. The tombs are not those of
Immortals but of Respectables.
Among them Fanny easily found, following the directions given to her,
the tomb she was searching after.
On it was written in English, "Sacred to the Memory of Lord Harry
Norland, second son of the Marquis of Malven." Then followed the date
and the age, and nothing more.
Fanny sat down on a bench and contemplated this mendacious stone.
"The Dane Oxbye," she said, "was growing better fast when I went away.
That was the reason why I was sent away. The very next day the doctor,
thinking me far away, poisoned him. I saw him do it. The nurse was told
that he was asleep, and being left alone presently discovered that he
was dead. She has been told that the sick man is a young Irish
gentleman. He is buried under the name of Lord Harry. That is the
reason I found the doctor alone. And my lady? Where is she?"