Among her plans the first in order was a resolution to see
Lord Mistletoe whom she knew to be in town. Parliament was to meet
in the course of the next week and he was to move the address.
There had been much said about all this at Mistletoe from which she
knew that he was in London preparing himself among the gentlemen at
the Treasury. Then she herself would write to the Duke. She thought
that she could concoct a letter that would move even his heart. She
would tell him that she was a daughter of the house of Trefoil, and
"all that kind of thing." She had it distinctly laid down in her
mind. And then there was another move which she would make before
she altogether threw up the game. She would force herself into Lord
Rufford's presence and throw herself into his arms,--at his feet if
need be,--and force him into compliance. Should she fail, then she,
too, had an idea what a raging woman could do. But her first step
now must be with her cousin Mistletoe. She would not write to the
Duke till she had seen her cousin.
Lord Mistletoe when in London lived at the family house in
Piccadilly, and thither early on the Sunday morning she sent a note
to say that she especially wished to see her cousin and would call
at three o'clock on that day. The messenger brought back word that
Lord Mistletoe would be at home, and exactly at that hour the hired
brougham stopped at the door.
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