“No. I shall be very glad.”
“Will you go with me?” I asked, perplexed.
“Of course I will.”
I did not know what to say to this, for I had no money, and of course I should have none of my salary. She divined at once the cause of my hesitation.
“I have a diamond bracelet in my room,” she said, with a smile, “and a few guineas besides.”
“How shall we get away?”
“Nothing is easier. My old nurse, whom I mentioned to you before, lives at the lodge gate.”
“Oh! I know her very well,” I interrupted. “But she’s not Scotch?”
“Indeed she is. But she has been with our family almost all her life. I often go to see her, and sometimes stay all night with her. You can get a carriage ready in the village, and neither of us will be missed before morning.”
I looked at her in renewed surprise at the decision of her invention. She covered her face, as she seldom did now, but went on: