And his artful ally kept her word. She went into Zoe's room before dinner to have it out with her.
In the evening Severne told Vizard he must go up to London for a day or two.
“All right,” said Vizard. “Tell some of them to order the dog-cart for your train.”
But Zoe took occasion to ask him for how long, and murmured, “Remember how we shall miss you,” with such a look that he was in Elysium that evening.
But at night he packed his bag for Homburg, and that chilled him. He lay slumbering all night, but not sleeping, and waking with starts and a sense of horror.
At breakfast, after reading his letters, Vizard asked him what train he would go by.
He said, the one o'clock.
“All right,” said Vizard. Then he rang the bell, countermanded the dog-cart, and ordered the barouche.
“A barouche for me!” said Severne. “Why, I am not going to take the ladies to the station.”
“No; it is to bring one here. She comes down from London five minutes before you take the up train.”