“Touch the bell, if you please, monsieur; it is within your reach,” said the baroness.
The Frenchman rang, and breakfast was immediately served.
A messenger was dispatched to bring a carriage from the “Llewellyn Arms,” the only hotel in the village.
And as soon as the morning meal was over Lilith prepared for her journey.
Madame Von Bruyin was not without her share of feminine curiosity; but she refrained from asking questions, and occupied herself with opening and reading her letters—there were seven from her princely lover, and one from an eminent Paris man-milliner or ladies’ tailor, whichever you please, with whom she was in correspondence on the subject of her trousseau.
Lilith and Monsieur Le Grange appeared in the parlor equipped for their journey at the same moment that the fly from the hotel drew up at the door.
“I shall return as soon as possible, madame, and I hope our absence will not inconvenience you,” said Lilith.
“Enjoy yourselves, mes enfans!” said the baroness, gayly. “I shall occupy myself with answering letters.”
The two travelers took leave and departed on their journey.
Llandorf was distant five miles from the nearest railway station; and it took the one-horse fly from the Llewellyn Arms a full hour to get there. Fortunately, they were in time for the eleven o’clock express.