Do not regret the world and your work there.

You will go back all too soon." She was about to reply when the Seigneur again entered the room.
"I made up my mind that he should go at once, and so I've sent him word--the rat!" "I will leave you two to be drowned in the depths of your own intelligence," said Madelinette; and taking her empty basket left the room.
A strange compelling feeling drove her to the library where the fateful panel was.

With a strange sense that her wrong-doing was modified by the fact, she had left the will where she had found it.

She had a superstition that fate would deal less harshly with her if she did.

It was not her way to temporise.