I understand those nine declinations now.

Henry! my poor Henry!" There was little comfort to offer, but I tried to divert her mind to the practical aspect of the case by saying: "What can Mr.Steele be doing?
He does not seem to be very successful in his attempts to carry out the mayor's orders.

See! your husband asks where he is.

He can mean no other by the words 'Where is S-- ?' He knew that your mind would supply the name." "Yes." Her eyes had become fixed; her whole face betrayed a settled despair.
Quickly, violently, she rang the bell.
Nixon appeared.
She advanced hurriedly to meet him.
"Nixon, you have Mr.Steele's address ?" "Yes, Mrs.Packard." "Then go to it at once.

Find Mr.Steele if you can, but if that is not possible, learn where he has gone and come right back and tell me.