CHAPTER XVII FAREWELL.
When Marguerite reached her room, she found her maid terribly anxious about her.
"Your ladyship will be so tired," said the poor woman, whose own eyes were half closed with sleep.

"It is past five o'clock." "Ah, yes, Louise, I daresay I shall be tired presently," said Marguerite, kindly; "but you are very tired now, so go to bed at once.
I'll get into bed alone." "But, my lady.

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." "Now, don't argue, Louise, but go to bed.

Give me a wrap, and leave me alone." Louise was only too glad to obey.