“Now, we’ve only ten minutes. We’re going to change clothes. Be quick.”
I took off my coat.
“By God, I’ll not stand this!”
And he rose.
In a moment I had him by the collar, and was presenting a pistol at his head.
“No nonsense!” I whispered. “Off with them!”
He might have known I would not shoot him in his wife’s presence; but I could and would have undressed him with my own hands. Perhaps he guessed this.
“Let me go,” he muttered.
I released him, and he took off his coat.
The train began to slacken speed. I called to Lady Daynesborough, who rejoined us.