Then I made a commencement of a very rapid packing, in one of those bags which I had purchased from the kind gentleman in the City of New York, of what raiment I knew would be suitable for a man in very hurried traveling.  I put into it the two suits of clothing for wear in the daytime, but I discarded all of my clothing for the pursuits of pleasure.  The bag was at that moment full and I did not know that it could be closed.  Then I bethought me of that brown coat that had upon it the blood which I had been allowed to shed for my beloved Gouverneur Faulkner who was now lost to me.

“That I will take and discard the night raiment, to sleep ‘as is’ in the manner spoken of by my friend, that Mr. G. Slade of Detroit,” I counseled myself as I laid aside the silken garments that I did so like and placed in their stead the bloody coat of many wrinkles.

After all of that was accomplished I went into a hot bath and again quickly began to assume my man’s clothing, while from my eyes dripped the slow tears that bleed from the heart of a woman.

“You must make a great hurry, thief Roberta, for it draws near midnight and that is the hour that the train departs to the North,” I cautioned my weeping self.  “At that hour you go forth into the world alone.”

And then what ensued?

Very suddenly I heard the noise of a car being drawn to the curb in front of the house and the rapid steps of a man progress along the pavings of brick to the front door, at which he made a loud ringing.  In not a moment was the good Bonbon at my door with a knocking.

“The Governor is here to see you, Mr. Robert,” he informed me.

“What shall you do, Roberta, Marquise of Grez and Bye?” I asked of myself.  “How is it that you can be able to support the cold reproaches he will give to you while requiring that you stay to bring dishonor to your Uncle, the General Robert?  You are caught in a trap as is an animal.”

And then as I cowered there in my agony, very suddenly that terrible daredevil rose within me and gave to me a very strange counsel.  As it was speaking to me my gaze was fixed upon the robe of state of the beautiful Grandmamma.

“Very well, then, that great Gouverneur Faulkner can give his chastisement and lay his commands upon the beautiful and wicked Roberta, Marquise of Grez and Bye, in proper person, and not have the privilege of again addressing his faithful and devoted comrade Robert, who is dead.  I, the Marquise Roberta of Grez and Bye, will accord to him an interview and in the language of this United States it will be ‘some’ interview!” With which resolve I turned to make an answer to the faithful Bonbon at the door.

“Where awaits His Excellency, the Gouverneur Faulkner?” I questioned to him.

“In the hall at the bottom of the steps,” he made reply to me.

“Attend him into the large drawing room for a waiting and make all of the lights to burn.  Say to him that I will descend in a very small space of time,” I commanded.