"Faustina, be silent! If no remnant of good faith leads you to spare me, spare yourself at least," said the viscount.
"Will you order your carriage?" said McRae.
"Cuthbert, go down and have the close carriage brought around. Put the leopard skins inside and bottles of hot water," ordered the viscount.
"Madam, you had better summon your maid and have your wrappings brought to you, and anything else you may wish to take with you," advised McRae.
"Oh, mon Dieu! mon Dieu! must I leave this beautiful place to go to a horrid prison. Oh, mon Dieu, mon Dieu!" wept Faustina, wringing her hands.
"Shall I ring for your maid?" inquired McRae.
"No, you monster!" shrieked Faustina. "Do you think I want Desiree, whose ears I boxed this morning, to come here to see me marched off to prison? She would be glad, the beast! she would laugh in her sleeve, the wretch! Madame MacDonald, will you get my bonnet and sables?" she said, turning to her companion.
"Yes, my dear, suffering angel, I will do all that you wish me to do. Ah! you remind me of your countrywoman, Queen Marie Antoinette, when she was dragged from the luxurious Tuileries to the dreary temple," whined sympathizing Complacency.
"Good Heaven! woman, do not speak of her. She was guillotined!" cried Faustina, with a shiver of terror.
"But you shall not be, my dear; you shall come out clear; and they who have accused you shall be made ashamed," said Mrs. MacDonald, as she passed into Faustina's dressing room.