CHAPTER VI.
efore nine the next morning, Aunt Anne was ready to set out on her journey to London. Mrs. Burnett’s governess-cart was at the gate with Lucas, the gardener, to drive her to the station. Alfred Wimple looked on at her preparations to go with an anxiety that was almost eagerness; and, stealthily, the old lady watched his every movement.
“Jane can prepare the dinner after my return. I shall bring back some little dainty with me, hoping that it may tempt you, my love.”
“I am very tired of the food we have had lately,” he said ungraciously. “What train are you coming back by?”
“That will depend on my occupations in town,” she answered, after a moment’s consideration.
“I will go to the station at half-past six. You can leave Waterloo Station at five fifteen.” Aunt Anne winked slowly.