"MY DEAR GRAVLEIGH: Will you see that the baroness and her two wards, the Misses de Lambert, are conveyed by my coach, on the evening of the 18th inst, to that certain point on the shore pike between Amsbury and Lakeside known as Burnt Ridge, there to wait back in the timber for my messenger? Tell them they are to be returned to their home, and give them my very best wishes. Lamson will drive, and let the bearer ride with the others.
"Very truly yours,
"RONLEY."
To whom it may concern.
"Mme. St. Jovite, the bearer, is on her way to my house at Wrentham, Frontenac County, second concession, with a despatch of urgent character. I shall be greatly favored by all who give her furtherance in this journey.
"Respectfully, etc.,
"Ronley,
"Colonel of King's Guard."
For fear of a cipher, the general gave tantamount terms for each letter, and his Lordship rewrote them.
"I thought the name St. Jovite would be as good as any," he remarked.
The rendezvous was carefully mapped. The guard came, and his
Lordship rose languidly.
"One thing more," said he. "Let the men go over without arms—if—if you will be so good."
"I shall consider that," said the general.