“Oh, I am mistaken in you!” Monica cried in fear and bitterness. “You don’t know what love means, as I feel it. You won’t speak, you won’t think, of our future life together—”
“I have promised—”
“Leave loose of me! It’s because I have come here. You think me a worthless woman, without sense of honour, with no self-respect—”
He protested vehemently. The anguished look in her eyes had its effect upon his senses; by degrees it subjugated him, and made him ashamed of his ignoble impulse.
“Shall I find a lodging for you till Tuesday?” he asked, after moving away and returning.
“Will you?”
“You are sure you can leave home to-morrow—without being suspected?”
“Yes, I am sure I can. He is going to the City in the morning. Appoint some place where I can meet you. I will come in a cab, and then you can take me on to the—”
“But you are forgetting the risks. If you take a cab from Herne Hill, with your luggage, he will be able to find out the driver afterwards, and learn where you went.”
“Then I will drive only as far as the station, and come to Victoria, and you shall meet me there.”