Besides, this time, my visit has a motive." Milady trembled; she thought Felton had told all.

Perhaps never in her life had this woman, who had experienced so many opposite and powerful emotions, felt her heart beat so violently.
She was seated.

Lord de Winter took a chair, drew it toward her, and sat down close beside her.

Then taking a paper out of his pocket, he unfolded it slowly.
"Here," said he, "I want to show you the kind of passport which I have drawn up, and which will serve you henceforward as the rule of order in the life I consent to leave you." Then turning his eyes from Milady to the paper, he read: "'Order to conduct--' The name is blank," interrupted Lord de Winter.

"If you have any preference you can point it out to me; and if it be not within a thousand leagues of London, attention will be paid to your wishes.