Have no fear,
I will watch my opportunity, and serve him in the manner I think he
needs it most."
Brogard had come down the steps again, and Marguerite was
ready to go up to her safe retreat.
"I dare not kiss your hand, madam," said Sir Andrew, as she
began to mount the steps, "since I am your lacquey, but I pray you be
of good cheer. If I do not come across Blakeney in half an hour, I
shall return, expecting to find him here."
"Yes, that will be best. We can afford to wait for half an
hour. Chauvelin cannot possibly be here before that. God grant that
either you or I may have seen Percy by then. Good luck to you,
friend! Have no fear for me."
Lightly she mounted the rickety wooden steps that led to the
attic. Brogard was taking no further heed of her. She could make
herself comfortable there or not as she chose. Sir Andrew watched her
until she had reached the curtains across, and the young man noted
that she was singularly well placed there, for seeing and hearing,
whilst remaining unobserved.
He had paid Brogard well; the surly old innkeeper would have no object
in betraying her.
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