“If the lodgings are in High Street they are dear, I suppose?”
“Never mind—you must start genteel if our plan is to be carried out. Look to me for money. Have you enough till I come back?”
“Quite,” said she.
“And are you comfortable at the inn?”
“O yes.”
“And the girl is quite safe from learning the shame of her case and ours?—that’s what makes me most anxious of all.”
“You would be surprised to find how unlikely she is to dream of the truth. How could she ever suppose such a thing?”
“True!”
“I like the idea of repeating our marriage,” said Mrs. Henchard, after a pause. “It seems the only right course, after all this. Now I think I must go back to Elizabeth-Jane, and tell her that our kinsman, Mr. Henchard, kindly wishes us to stay in the town.”
“Very well—arrange that yourself. I’ll go some way with you.”