‘In less than a week. I shall leave London early tomorrow morning.’
‘But it will give you no time for rest.’
‘I am not able to rest. Go as often as you can to the castle, that I may think of you as sitting there.’
‘I will go very often.’
She could not trust herself to utter more than a few words. As she spoke, the station-master appeared. They moved away to the head of the stairs by which Emily had to leave.
‘I shall see your train to-night as it passes Pendal,’ she said.
Then there was the clasp of hands, and—good-bye. To Emily the way was dark before her as she hurried onward....
Mrs. Hood had subsided into the calm of hitter resignation. Emily found her in the kitchen, engaged in polishing certain metal articles, an occupation to which she always had recourse when the legitimate
