"I shall leave here at half past nine.

There is nothing like keeping tryst in season." She rang for Lucy, ordered a little supper in her room, and then dismissed the maid.
"I shan't want you again to-night, Lucy," she said.

"You can go out, if you like, and see your mother." Lucy tripped away, right well pleased, and Mollie dawdled the time over her supper and a book.
Half past nine came very soon.
"Time to get ready," thought Mollie, starting up.

"Dear, dear! it's highly romantic and highly sensational, this nocturnal appointment with a masked man, and that man one's mysterious husband.

I can't say much for the place; there's precious little romance around the Maison Dore.
Does it still rain, I wonder ?" She opened the blind and looked out.