A few sovereigns in her purse were all her available means.
She thought of quitting the country at once, and proceeding to join her husband, whom she knew to be in Paris.
But how would he receive her? The newspapers would soon be busy with her name; and Sir Rupert was not the man to burden himself with a woman penniless in purse and ruined in reputation.
For an instant she thought of Greenwood; but this idea was discarded almost as soon as entertained. She was aware of his utter heartlessness, and felt confident that he would repulse her coldly from his dwelling.
To whom could she apply? whither was she to betake herself?
And yet concealment was necessary—oh! she must hide somewhere!
The feelings of this woman were terrible beyond description.
And now she was walking rapidly along the streets towards London Bridge; for the idea of quitting the country was uppermost in her mind.
Her veil was drawn carefully over her countenance; and yet she trembled at every policeman whom she passed.
She was hurrying down Gracechurch Street, when she heard herself called by name.