37/41 A special coach he had ordered. I understood from his man that he was posting straight to Dover." "That's enough. You may go." Then she turned to the groom: "My coach and the four swiftest horses in the stables, to be ready at once." The groom and runner both went quickly off to obey. Marguerite remained standing for a moment on the lawn quite alone. Her graceful figure was as rigid as a statue, her eyes were fixed, her hands were tightly clasped across her breast; her lips moved as they murmured with pathetic heart-breaking persistence,-- "What's to be done? |