Cecile nervously sunk up to her mother�s room. Why was she here? This was wrong. It seemed like a good ideas at the time, go to her mothers room and replace the key to her room with a similar one, Valmont would make a copy and then he would bring Cecile Danceny�s letters. She did want to hear from Dancny. But this just didn�t seem right. Oh why had she let him talk her in ton this.

She entered the room, quickly looking around she spotted the mantel the key would be on. But as she walked to it she saw that the key was not there. The panic stated to wash over her. Time was running out her mother and the others would be back soon. Franticly Cecile stated picking up the vases and other objects that were on the mantel. Then there under the vas with the lilies was the key.

Quickly she released the key with the one Valmont had given her. Just as he finished putting the vas back she heard a sound behind her. She spun around to she Mme de Rosamonde standing there smiling.

�What are you doing up here my dear?�

Cecile was stake dump by Rosemonde kind yet knowing tone. She tried to think of why she was up here. Then Like a flash it hit her.

�I came to get my mother a shawl but then I saw the lilies. I couldn�t help but reach out and touch them.� She had to think fast, Rosemonde didn�t look as if she was buying it. �I have not seen Liles this nice senses I left the convent. England lilies are not as nice as French lilies don�t you think? Did you bring these with you when you come over?

Cecile was shocked by the sadness in Mme. De Roseamonde. She hated lying to such as nice lady, but she couldn�t stop now she was too close. Roseamonde was right her mother�s shawl was in the drawing room. What was she to say?

�I did not see it, but I am sure you are right. I was startled by Mme. de Tourvels faintness. When ever one when out of doors with her I thought of my mother. I don�t want here to become sick, she is all I have now. I didn�t think to look in the drawing room for the shawl.� This, Cecile felt was the right way to go a lie mix with truth.

�I�ll run and fetch the one from the drawing room and take it to my mother. Are Mme. de Tourvel and my mother still taking a turn through the gardens?�

Cecile could see that Mme. de Rosamonde did care, making it that much harder to lie to her. No she could not lie to her any more. Cecile had to tell her the truth, at less part of it.

�I can not lie to you Madame. I was not up here to get my mothers shawl. I come up here to have a few minutes alone. I can�t adjust to life here.� Truth begain to flow out of her lips like a flood. �I can�t help but think about those who have not been able to come to England and those who have dies. I had a friend in the convent, her parents died shortly after the revolution begin. I received a letter from the convent just after I arrived in England that he had stop eating and died. It killed her. I felt guilty. Why should I be able to have a happy life here when they are not?� As she said these last worlds she begin to cry. It was all true. Cecile had not been able to sleep after finding out about her friend. It still work her in the night.

Cecile cried and cried. She did not hold back. She had no need to. She did have need to cry. It felt good to get out all these emotion she had keep in side. Rosemonde�s words brought comfort to her. The most true kindness she had see in along time. The Marquise, and Valmont had seamed to be kind but there was something about then that told her it to was untrue. But she need then to get what she was after, namely Danceny.

After she had a good cry and was feeling better. She returned to the task at had get the key to Valmont. Cecile�s gut told her she was on the right track to get the key to Valmont.

�Thank you, Madame. You are right. I have so much to live for. My mother and soon I think a husband. Maybe god willing, we will one day return to France. I would like that. Tell then I will have to be happy to be in England, and to walking in your woods they remind me so of home.�

After a few minuets more Cecile rose, and went to the door. She and Rosemonde walked in silences. Cecile had done it. She had gotten the key and freed he self from the pain that had been holding her heart. As the women walk down the stares they passed Valmont. Cecile smiled politely and dropped that key.