The baron wrote a note which he handed to Richelieu.
“I will give the instructions to Nicole, who is intelligent.”
The baron smiled.
“So you will trust her with me?”
“Do what you can.”
“You are to come with me, miss, and quick,” said the duke.
Without waiting for the baron’s consent, Nicole got her clothes together in five minutes and as light as if she flew, she darted upon the box beside the ducal driver. The tempter took leave of his friend, who reiterated his thanks for the service rendered Philip of Redcastle. Neither said a word about Andrea; there was no need between them.
CHAPTER XIV.
ONE MAN’S MEAT IS ANOTHER’S POISON.
AT ten in the morning, Andrea was writing to her father to inform him of the happy news which Richelieu had already communicated to him.
Her room, in the corridor of the chapel, was not grand for a rival princess’s lady of attendance but it was a delightful abode for one who liked repose and solitude.