“Ah! then wait here while I write a few lines to one of my father’s old friends.”
“A letter? Yes, ma’am; but if you please, Master said that all letters were to be taken to him.”
“As they were before?” said Kate, with a light flashing in upon her clouded brain.
“Yes, ma’am; he said so a week or two before you came.”
“Planned, planned, planned!” muttered Kate, despairingly.
“Yes, ma’am, and of course I must take them to him. You see, he is my master, and I will say this of him—a better and kinder master never lived. Oh, my dear, don’t be so young and foolish. You couldn’t do better than what he wishes, and make him happy, and yourself, too.”
“Will you help me, woman, to get away from here? I will pay you enough to make you rich if you will,” said Kate, desperately.
“I will do anything I can for you, ma’am, that isn’t going against Master; of that you may be sure.”
“Then will you post a couple of letters for me?” cried Kate, desperately.
“No, ma’am, please, I mustn’t do that.”