“For—for these three days you have been living with him as if you were his wife?”
“Yes.”
Mrs. Verinder uttered a suffocated cry, and it seemed for an instant as if Mr. Verinder was about to hurl himself upon Emmeline and fling her down at his feet; but then he turned his back on her, walked to a window and opened the curtains as if in need of more air.
“And you haven’t yet told us where,” said Mrs. Verinder, making strange throat sounds as well as speaking.
“Liverpool,” said Emmeline quietly.
“Liverpool!” Mrs. Verinder repeated the word, and moaned. “You went that distance—to Liverpool—without even a dressing-bag! No things—not even a brush and comb!”
“I got things there.”
“Then where are they? You have come back without anything.”
“I left them.”
Mrs. Verinder uttered another cry. “So that you could return to him!”