They know no more than we do.

We can do nothing more now but wait, with what patience we may, for the return of that eccentric girl," said Lady Belgrade, with a deep sigh, as she settled herself down in her chair.
Another hour passed--an hour of enforced inactivity, yet of unspeakable anxiety.

Three hours had now elapsed since the mysterious disappearance of the bride; and yet no news of her came.
"She does not return! This grows insupportable!" exclaimed Lady Belgrade, at length, losing all patience, and starting up from her chair.
"She _may_ be detained by the sick bed, or the death bed, of some sufferer who has sent for her," replied the duke, huskily, trying to hope against hope.
"As if she would so absent herself on her wedding day, on the eve of her wedding tour!" exclaimed the lady, beginning to walk the floor in a thoroughly exasperated state of mind.
"Of course she would not, in her normal mental condition; but, as I said before--" "Oh, yes, I know what you said before.

You insinuated that Salome may be insane from the latent effects of her recent brain fever, developed by the excitement of the last few days.

And, Heaven knows, you may be right! It looks like it! Mysteriously gone off on her wedding day, in the interim between the wedding breakfast and the wedding tour! Gone off alone, no one knows where, without having left an explanation or a message for any one.