CHAPTER LIX
_A SUDDEN DEPARTURE_
'Mary,' said I, 'I am miserably anxious to hear what Madame may have to
tell; she knows the state I am in, and she would not like so much trouble
as to look in at my door to say a word. Did you hear what she told me?'
'No, Miss Maud,' she answered, rising and drawing near.
'She thinks we are going to France immediately, and to leave this place
perhaps for ever.'
'Heaven be praised for that, if it be so, Miss!' said Mary, with more
energy than was common with her, 'for there is no luck about it, and I
don't expect to see you ever well or happy in it.'
'You must take your candle, Mary, and make out her room, upstairs; I found
it accidentally myself one evening.'
'But Wyat won't let us upstairs.'
'Don't mind her, Mary; I tell you to go. You must try. I can't sleep till
we hear.'
'What direction is her room in, Miss?' asked Mary.
'Somewhere in _that_ direction, Mary,' I answered, pointing. 'I cannot
describe the turns; but I think you will find it if you go along the great
passage to your left, on getting to the top of the stairs, till you come to
the cross-galleries, and then turn to your left; and when you have passed
four or perhaps five doors, you must be very near it, and I am sure she
will hear if you call.
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