"Oh, Marie, you are a darling! You will try to get them, I know it by your face."
"Of course I shall," said the maid.
She laughed outright at the thought of outwitting wicked Jewel. The maid really enjoyed putting her clever powers to use, and she at once began to devise schemes for obtaining the papers she had seen Jewel exult over on several occasions.
"But I shall have to leave your service for awhile," she said.
"I will manage without you, for I am sure that Lady Ivon will let her maid help me sometimes," said Azalia.
"Then I shall go back to Miss Fielding and pretend that I am heartily disgusted with the English aristocracy, and ask to be taken into her service again."
Azalia looked very grave.
"One hates to be underhand and deceitful," she said; but Marie laughed her objections away.
"One must fight the devil with fire," she said, coolly; and went on disclosing her plans. "If I get taken into her service again it will not be long before I shall go through her baggage," she said. "If I find that she has not got the papers with her, I shall disappear and go immediately to Boston. Mrs. Wellings is not with her this time, so I know she has left her to keep the house and the servants in order. It will be no trouble for me to get into the house to visit my friend the chamber-maid, and no trouble for me to get something I forgot when I left there. You understand?"
"Yes. Oh, Marie, I will make you rich for this! I am heiress to a great fortune, and you will see that I shall reward you generously," Azalia exclaimed, gratefully.