“When: and how?” asked he, eagerly.
“When I am ready, and how I can manage it most effectually.”
“But your child?”
“My child goes with me.”
“He will not allow it.”
“I shall not ask him.”
“Ah, then, it is a secret flight you meditate! but with whom, Mrs. Huntingdon?”
“With my son: and possibly, his nurse.”
“Alone—and unprotected! But where can you go? what can you do? He will follow you and bring you back.”
“I have laid my plans too well for that. Let me once get clear of Grassdale, and I shall consider myself safe.”