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Elise reproached herself for not going with her . Pierce wished his uncle had come back as he had half hoped he would that afternoon . They were a very disconsolate crowd . It was seven o'clock and no clue to their beloved friend . A knock on the door : '' _ Une dépêche pour Madame Brune ! _ '' `` A telegram , a telegram ! '' Mrs. Brown 's hands trembled so that Pierce had to open it for her .