“You’re to go the day after to-morrow if you can be ready. Can you?” asked Mrs Thistleton.
“I can be ready,” Fräulein said.
“In the morning, Mrs Perkyns suggested.”
“I can be ready in the morning.” Then she turned to me. “This is good-bye, then, I’m afraid, Mr Tregaskis.”
“I shall come and see you off,” said I, taking her hand.
Mrs Thistleton raised her brows for a moment, but her words were gracious.
“We shall all be down to wish her a good journey and a happy home.”
I made up my mind to say my farewell at the station—and I took my leave. As I walked out of the front gate I met Thistleton coming from the station. I took upon myself to tell him the news.
“Good,” said Thistleton. “It ends what was always a false, and has become an impossible, situation.”
How about poor Mrs Perkyns, then? But I did not put that point to him. She was forewarned by that “Well-connected.” As I walked home I pictured Thistleton putting up a board before his residence: “Princesses, beware!”