"Well, you can trust me with Mrs. Ellsworth. If she goes on as
she began to-night, I'm afraid I shall have to follow your example: 'fold
my tent like an Arab, and silently steal away.' Ha, ha! By the by, I dare
say she's owing you salary. I'll remind her of it if you like--tell her
you asked me. It may help with the trousseau."
"Thank you, but my wife won't need to remind Mrs. Ellsworth of her debt,"
the answer came before Annesley could speak. "And she _will_ be my wife
in a day or two at latest. Good-night! Glad to have met you, even if it
was an unpromising introduction."
Then they were off, they two alone together; and Annesley guessed that
the chauffeur must have had his instructions where to drive, as she heard
none given. Perhaps it was best that their destination should not be
published aloud, for there are walls which have ears. It occurred to the
girl that precautions might still have to be taken. But in another moment
she was undeceived.
"I thought old Ruthven Smith would be shocked if he knew the 'safe
refuge' I have for you is no more convent-like than the Savoy Hotel," her
companion laughed.
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