"I am so nervous" she said "Oh Leslie shall we ever get away in safety?"
"Yes dearest yes" whispered the lover, "trust me darling and you will be alright."
"I am ready now" said Sylvia in a weak voice as she put a packet of biscuits into her bundle.
"I'll carry your luggage" said Leslie picking up her bundle which was tied in a white tablecloth.
Sylvia had been more particular than Leslie as to her luggage. Besides all her under-linen she had with her two pairs of clean sheets and pillow cases, some bath towels and soap, likewise a sponge and a yard of flannel (in case she lost any) a flask of brandy, some new potatoes and a tooth brush.
Sylvia's window opened into the lawn so it was easy to escape and once off the high road she and Leslie felt safe.
CHAPTER 7
THE LODGINGS
Leslie and Sylvia having tramped until midnight found themselves weary and footsore at London.