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[thegoldenthread]

*A note, written in an elegant hand, is pinned somewhere in the mansion where it is visible, yet unobtrusive*

To whomever it may concern

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[king_of_fops]

*And here's a note in return -- in an elegant, masculine hand*

Mme. Darnay--

It is no trouble at all. It is, after all, what I do. We might talk whenever you wish, of course.

--the Scarlet Pimpernel

*and they can talk here, if that's alright with you?*

[thegoldenthread]

*here is just fine, and so Lucie is waiting in the very place the note was left, trying hard to look, not anxious, but properly calm and at ease*

[king_of_fops]

*and here's the Scarlet Pimpernel, appropriately cloaked and hooded, speaking in a low voice* Mme. Darnay, I assume?

[thegoldenthread]

I am, sir. *she is a bit startled, and more than a little puzzled by his garb, but regains her composure quickly*