Actors -- Fiction; Adultery -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; Staffordshire (England) -- Fiction
Next morning the sky was low and grey, and the house-tops appeared dimly
through the mist. A little later the clouds began to gather, and it seemed
like rain, but now and then a shaft of sunlight fell on a corner of the
table within a few inches of Kate's impatiently moving fingers. She had not
been able to eat any breakfast--had just crumbled a piece of bread and
sipped a cup of tea, and begged Dick to hasten. It seemed that he hadn't a
thought for her, of what her fate would be if they missed the train. She
couldn't spend another night in Hanley.
'Dick, dear, do make haste. We shall miss the train.'
'We've plenty of time,' he answered, and she read in his face the desire
for another plate of crumpets, and she prayed that he might not ask for
another egg.
'Dick, it's ten minutes to ten.'
'I don't think it can be as much as that, dear.' He turned to look at the
clock, which was behind him.
'Oh, Dick, Dick! Make haste, I beg of you; you don't know what I'm
suffering. Supposing my husband was to come in now and find us here?'
'He can't know that we're here; the station is the first place he'd go to;
there's no use hanging about there longer than we can help.'
'Oh dear, I'd give ten years of my life if we were once in the train.'
'There's no use exciting yourself like that, dear; I'll see that you don't
meet anyone.'
'How will you manage that?'
'I'll tell you in the cab. I think on the whole we'd better start now.
Luckily, we haven't much luggage to delay us. Waiter, bring the bill and
call me a cab.'
'And how will you save me from meeting him if he's there before us?' she
said to Dick as they drove away.
'I'll leave you in the cab, and cut down and see if he's there.'
'He might come and find me when you were gone, and that would be worse than
anything. He might kill me, and I should have no one to save me.'
He was, in truth, a little puzzled, for there was no getting away from the
fact that it was only too possible, not to say probable, that they would
find Mr. Ede waiting for them. He thought of disguises and secret doors,
and masks and wigs, of the wardrobe-baskets, but a moment's reflection
convinced him of the impracticability of stowing Kate away in one of these.
He then thought of wrapping a railway rug around his newly-acquired wife,
and carrying her thus concealed in his arms; but that would not do either.
Mr. Ede would be sure to ask him what he had there.
'Oh, Dick, dear, what shall we do if we find him waiting on the platform?
You'll protect me, won't you? You won't desert me! I couldn't go back to
him.'
'Of course not. Let him take you away from me? Not me! If you don't want to
live with him any more you've a right to leave him. I'll knock him down if
he gives me any of his cheek.'
'You won't do that, will you, dear? Remember how small and weak he is;
you'd kill him.'
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