“It’s not to be wondered at,” said Mr. Chipp. “The only surprise to me is, and has always been, that she consented to live with the brute for so long a time.”
“I want to see you, sir, about a little matter of business. Want your advice, but have not time to explain matters now.”
“Very well, I shall be much pleased to see you to-morrow, if that will suit you; if not, on the following day. You know the hotel I’m stopping at?”
“Yes. If I can manage to see you to-morrow, I will most certainly do so, or the day after.”
“Very good—I am at your service.”
He now drew close to the vehicle, and shook its inmate warmly by the hand.
Mrs. Bristow had taken the precaution to wear a thick veil, which she wore down, so that the injuries done to her face were not discernible.
“I am pleased to have met you,” observed Mr. Chipp; “and, believe me, I hope and trust a more happy future is in store for you.”
He raised his hat to both females, and went on his course.
Bessie Dalton jumped into the fly, and the driver pushed forward in the direction of Stanningley.