CHAPTER LIX
A SUDDEN DEPARTURE
‘Mary,’ said I, ‘I am miserably anxious to hear what Madame may have to tell; she knows the state I am in, and she would not like so much trouble as to look in at my door to say a word. Did you hear what she told me?’
‘No, Miss Maud,’ she answered, rising and drawing near.
‘She thinks we are going to France immediately, and to leave this place perhaps for ever.’
‘Heaven be praised for that, if it be so, Miss!’ said Mary, with more energy than was common with her, ‘for there is no luck about it, and I don’t expect to see you ever well or happy in it.’
‘You must take your candle, Mary, and make out her room, up-stairs; I found it accidentally myself one evening.’
‘But Wyat won’t let us up-stairs.’
‘Don’t mind her, Mary; I tell you to go. You must try. I
