"Copy that," she said, briefly; but before the other took up the pen, she read the lines and exclaimed:
"I dare not--I dare not; he will kill you."
"That is my business," said Harriet fiercely. "Write!"
She copied the letter slowly, and trembling as she wrote, folded, sealed, and directed it.
"When is it to be sent?"
"When I have seen you off. I will take care he receives it," said Harriet, as she put it in her pocket. "Now go and give your directions, and make your preparations."
They looked at each other for a moment, and Mrs. Ireton P. Bembridge left the room without another word. When she was alone, Harriet sat down by the table wearily, and covered her face with her hands. Time went on, but she did not move. Servants came in and went out of the room, but she took no notice. At length Mrs. Ireton P. Bembridge entered in travelling dress, and with a paler face than any mirror she had ever looked into had ever reflected. At the same moment a carriage came to the door.
"You are quite ready?"
"I am."
"It is time to go."