Tell Lucile to get ready.

I fear that I must send you home, child.

And--stay, tell one of the maids to prepare a travelling dress and cloak for me." Suzanne made no reply.

She kissed Marguerite tenderly and obeyed without a word; the child was overawed by the terrible, nameless misery in her friend's face.
A minute later the groom returned, followed by the runner who had brought the letter.
"Who gave you this packet ?" asked Marguerite.
"A gentleman, my lady," replied the man, "at 'The Rose and Thistle' inn opposite Charing Cross.

He said you would understand." "At 'The Rose and Thistle'?
What was he doing ?" "He was waiting for the coach, your ladyship, which he had ordered." "The coach ?" "Yes, my lady.