‘Madeline, are you asleep? May I come in?’
She waited, trembling, for a little time before she replied. Then she answered, not rising from the bed—
‘I am trying to rest. I thought that you had gone to the theatre.’
‘The carriage is at the dcor. How is your headache?’
‘A little better.’
‘Try to sleep, my darling. I shall come back very early.’
She heard him pass downstairs; then, rising from her bed, she listened eagerly. Presently she heard the front door open and close, and the carriage drive away. Her whole manner now changed, and she moved about her room, lifting one thing and another as if with a set determination.
She had resolved to leave James Forster’s house that night.