Chapter Nine
“A trap?” Mademoiselle Garnier words chilled Henrietta to the bone. “What kind of trap?”
“I do not know the reason, but he is wanted by the French government,” she said. “I must get word to him.”
“I don’t see how.” She stared at the Frenchwoman as icy prickles of fear traveled down Henrietta’s spine. Like herself, Mademoiselle Garnier was a woman of action. Would it be possible that they might act together in some way?
“Where did your father go?”
“A farm in the north. Near a village called Saint-Aignan.”
She nodded. “I’m familiar with that part of the country. I grew up near Rouen. Never fear. I will find them. Nothing happens in a small village without everyone knowing it. But let’s hope that hasn’t worked against your uncle.”
“What can you do even if you should find them?”
“Urge them to leave the country without delay.” She rose. “I must hurry.”
Henrietta leaped up. “Take me with you.”
“Mon dieu! Your mother was a French aristocrat. You would be in danger and your papa would rightly hold me responsible.”
“Nevertheless, I shall come with you, mademoiselle.” Henrietta placed her fisted hands on her hips.
She shook her head. “Non! It is too dangerous.”
“Two heads are better than one.”
“You’re concerned of course.” When Mademoiselle placed a trembling hand on her arm. “But I cannot take you. I’m sorry.”
“I will follow you.”
“I doubt that is possible.”
“Then I shall go alone, and my father will learn that you refused to help me.”
Mademoiselle stared at her. “You are a very determined woman.” She sighed heavily. “We must use a disguise. Come to the theatre tomorrow. We’ll dress in costume.”
“An excellent idea.” Henrietta almost grinned despite her desperation. “What will we go as?”
Mademoiselle tapped her chin. “I’ll be a wealthy widow and you my page.”
“Perfect.” Dressing as a page would be a novel experience.
After the footman brought in the tea tray, Henrietta poured the brew. She passed a cup and saucer to Mademoiselle. “My aunt isn’t well. This will worry her.”
“Then it’s best you remain here.” Mademoiselle put the cup down picked up her reticule.
Henrietta frowned. “I’m coming.”
“Then you must tell your aunt some story.”
Henrietta was ashamed that she lied about Vauxhall Gardens. “I must tell her the truth.”
“Would she feel better if you did?” Mademoiselle Garnier reminded Henrietta of her French
no-Nonsense aunt. When she considered the wisdom of her decision, it quickly lost its appeal. “I’ll feel better, but my aunt will not.”
Mademoiselle nodded.
