"There is nothing more to say that I know of, except that I am
just going to start for the new lodging, with a box directed in
my new name. The last expiring moments of Mother Oldershaw, of
the Toilet Repository, are close at hand, and the birth of Miss
Gwilt's respectable reference, Mrs. Mandeville, will take place
in a cab in five minutes' time. I fancy I must be still young
at heart, for I am quite in love already with my romantic name;
it sounds almost as pretty as Mrs. Armadale of Thorpe Ambrose,
doesn't it?
"Good-night, my dear, and pleasant dreams. If any accident
happens between this and Monday, write to me instantly by post.
If no accident happens you will be with me in excellent time
for the earliest inquiries that the major can possibly make.
My last words are, don't go out, and don't venture near the
front windows till Monday comes.
"Affectionately yours,
M. O."
CHAPTER VI.
MIDWINTER IN DISGUISE.
Toward noon on the day of the twenty-first, Miss Milroy was
loitering in the cottage garden--released from duty in the
sick-room by an improvement in her mother's health--when her
attention was attracted by the sound of voices in the park.
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