But you know Maurice.

Kit is well, but all our troubles prey on her spirits.

I suspect if your nephew were in Paris, she would be easier reconciled to our threatened pilgrimage than I.

Between ourselves, my dear cousin, as Maurice now holds all the mortgages for your Irish estates, it would be well to keep in with him, even if the price be a visit from your affectionate cousin,-- "Alice Gorman." "P.S .-- I forget if you are still in the Quai Necker, but am told Lord Edward's messenger will know where to deliver this." Such was my lady's letter, and you may guess if it did not set the blood tingling in my veins, and make Paris seem a very different place from what it was an hour before.
I carefully read and re-read the letter till I had it by heart, and then as carefully tore it into a thousand pieces and scattered them to the wind.

The one sentence referring to Captain Lestrange's visit as an agent for the British Government was (little as I yet knew of the state of affairs in Paris) enough to hurry the innocent folk to whom it was addressed to the guillotine.