This suggestion about Wiggins chimed in with Edith's own fears. It made her desperate. The marriage seemed less abhorrent; it was eclipsed by the horrors of imprisonment for life. Discovery now—after that last threat of his—would bring a closer restraint, stricter imprisonment, the loss of all hope.
“I can get out,” she said, hurriedly.
“Where shall I find you?”
“There is a private door at the east end—”
“I know the door.”
“I can get out through that. No one will think of my leaving the Hall after dark.”
“I will meet you there.”
Edith sighed heavily.
“To-morrow evening,” said Dudleigh, “at ten o'clock. It will be dark then. Will you meet me?”
“I will,” said Edith, calmly.