The servant looked at her in astonishment and inquiringly.
“To the Duke of Norfolk; is it not, my lady?”
“No, indeed, to the duchess!” cried she with a frown, as she leaned back on the cushion.
After a short time, the carriage drew up before the palace of the duchess, and with haughty tread and commanding air she passed through the porch.
“Announce me to the duchess immediately,” was her order to the lackey who was hurrying to meet her.
“Your name, my lady?”
“Miss Arabella Holland.”
The servant stepped back, and stared at her in surprise.
“Miss Arabella Holland! and you order me to announce you to the duchess?”
A contemptuous smile played a moment about the thin lips of the beautiful miss. “I see you know me,” said she, “and you wonder a little to see me here. Wonder as much as you please, good friend; only conduct me immediately to the duchess.”