. .
"Faith! your ladyship must have thought me very remiss," said a
voice suddenly, close to her elbow. "I had a deal of difficulty in
delivering your message, for I could not find Blakeney anywhere at
first. . ."
Marguerite had forgotten all about her husband and her message
to him; his very name, as spoken by Lord Fancourt, sounded strange and
unfamiliar to her, so completely had she in the last five minutes
lived her old life in the Rue de Richelieu again, with Armand always
near her to love and protect her, to guard her from the many subtle
intrigues which were forever raging in Paris in those days.
"I did find him at last," continued Lord Fancourt, "and gave
him your message. He said that he would give orders at once for the
horses to be put to."
"Ah!" she said, still very absently, "you found my husband,
and gave him my message?"
"Yes; he was in the dining-room fast asleep. I could not
manage to wake him up at first."
"Thank you very much," she said mechanically, trying to
collect her thoughts.
"Will your ladyship honour me with the CONTREDANSE until
your coach is ready?" asked Lord Fancourt.
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