You _ought_ to be ashamed, at your age, of making me get up to ring the bell." Her obstinacy was immovable; she attempted to rise from the couch.

But one choice was left to Mercy.

She anticipated Lady Janet, and rang the bell.
The man-servant came in.

He had his little letter-tray in his hand, with a card on it, and a sheet of paper beside the card, which looked like an open letter.
"You know where my courier lives when he is in London ?' asked Lady Janet.
"Yes, my lady." "Send one of the grooms to him on horseback; I am in a hurry.

The courier is to come here without fail to-morrow morning--in time for the tidal train to Paris.