"
"Not on my side, madam. I tore to fragments unread the only one that
I received. He had no right to send it!"
"Certainly not. You judge discreetly, Miss Delavie. In fact you are
too transcendent a paragon to be retained here." Then, biting her lip,
as if the bitter phrase had escaped unawares, she smiled blandly and
said, "My good girl, you have merited to be returned to your friends.
You may pack your mails and those of the children!"
Aurelia shuddered with gladness, but Lady Belamour checked her thanks
by continuing, "One service you must first do for me. My perfumer is
at a loss to understand your translation of the recipe for Queen Mary's
wash. I wish you to read and explain it to her."
"Certainly, madam."
"She lives near Greenwich Park," continued Lady Belamour, "and as I
would not have the secret get abroad, I shall send a wherry to take
you to the place early to-morrow morning. Can you be ready by eight
o'clock?"
Aurelia readily promised, her heart bounding at the notion of a
voyage down the river after her long imprisonment and at the promise
of liberty! She thought her husband must still be true to her, since
my lady would have been the first to inform her of his defection, and
as long as she had her ring and her certificate, she could feel little
doubt that her father would be able to establish her claims.
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