'On Sunday there are so many people about,' he continued. 'Will you come here again on Monday afternoon?'
Emily promised to do so.
'I will write to you to-morrow, and again a letter for Tuesday, giving you the last directions. But I may have to see you on Tuesday. May I call at your lodgings?'
'If you need to. Surely you may? My—my husband?'
'My wife!'
They walked to the hotel, and thence, when dusk was falling, started to drive homewards. They stopped at the end of Emily's street, and Wilfrid walked with her to the door.
'Till Monday afternoon,' he said, grasping her hand as if he clung to it in fear.
Then he found another vehicle. It was dark when he reached home.