and thought over all the mischief which that fiend had forced me to do for him, it seemed to me that perhaps..." She broke off abruptly, and tried to read the other woman's face in the gloom.

But Marguerite, who was taller than the Frenchwoman, was standing, very stiff and erect, giving the young actress neither discouragement nor confidence.

She did not interrupt Candeille's long and voluble explanation: vaguely she wondered what it was all about, and even now when the Frenchwoman paused, Marguerite said nothing, but watched her quietly as she took a folded paper from the capacious pocked of her cloak and then held it out with a look of timidity towards Lady Blakeney.
"My maid need not come with me," said Desiree Candeille humbly.

"I would far rather travel alone...

this is her passport and...