“Tomorrow! We are leaving tomorrow!”
“I cannot believe it.” Kelda gasped. “But how? Tell me how?”
“It is all here,” Yvette said. “Let me read it to you.”
She sat up holding the letter in her hand and for a moment she seemed so excited that it was impossible to translate what her eyes read into words.
Then she began,
“I love you, my dearest heart, and I know that it is imperative that we leave immediately before things become more involved and more difficult than they are at the moment.
I am well aware that I am taking a grave risk in sending this letter with the flowers that His Excellency will carry to you personally.
The only servant I can trust in the whole place has the task of arranging them for you and he has told me it would not be safe to try to bribe any one in his Lordship
