“Mrs. Bristow left!” ejaculated our hero. “Did she go with Bessie, then?”
“Yes, they were sworn friends, you know, and when one left, why I suppose the other did not care to be left behind.”
“And pray can you tell me the reason of their leaving?”
The landlord entered into the particulars of the quarrel between husband and wife and the desperate assault made on the latter, and wound up by saying, “Everybody saw how it would end. She couldn’t stand his cruelty any longer, and, therefore, left him. It’s the wisest thing she ever did.”
“And Bessie?”
“Oh! she went with her.”
“Do you know where they’ve gone to?”
The man shook his head.
“Not I,” said he. “It is not likely they would let anybody know that; but I’ve been told——”
“What?”