“Mazeppa—J. W.—J. W.—A. A.—A. M. L. Z.—Send your address to E. W. H., Poste Restante, Paris, Search Pursuivant for news.”
Having written this, she took another sheet of paper, and wrote a letter to the editor of the Pursuivant, inclosing the slip of paper containing the confession of Thomas Estel, and asking him, in the name of justice and humanity, to give it a place in his columns; or if he thought it a matter of not sufficient interest for the reading public, at least to put its purport in a few lines that might meet the eyes of an unhappy fugitive, suffering under the blight of a false conviction. She enclosed the whole in one envelope, but did not seal it, for it was necessary that she should get a letter of credit to send with it to pay for the advertisement.
She had scarcely finished her work when the baroness entered the parlor.
“Writing so early in the morning, mignonne? The mail must have brought you important news,” said the lady, as she sank languidly into an easy chair.
“It has, madame! News that will oblige me to go to Chester to-day, if you can spare me,” said Lilith.
“Why, of course. I must spare you, petite, if you have affairs. You can take Monsieur Le Grange to escort you, if you please,” said the baroness, kindly.
“If monsieur would be so good I should be very grateful,” began Lilith.
“Bonjour, mesdames! In what manner can I be so happy as to serve you?” inquired the gallant old Frenchman, who entered at this point of the conversation.
“Mrs. Wyvil has business in Chester to-day, and would be glad of your escort, if you could find it convenient to attend her,” said Madame Von Bruyin.
“I shall find myself most happy, most honored,” replied Monsieur Le Grange, with a bow.