It had been thought expedient, both by herself and by
her cousin, that for the present there should be no more sleeping at the
Carlisle hotel. The robbery was probably still talked about in that
establishment; and the report of the proceedings at the police-court had
no doubt travelled as far north as the border city. It was to be a long
day, and could hardly be other than sad. Lizzie, understanding this,
feeling that, though she had been in a great measure triumphant over her
difficulties before the magistrate, she ought still to consider herself,
for a short while, as being under a cloud, crept down into the cab and
seated herself beside her cousin, almost without a word. She was again
dressed in black, and again wore the thick veil. Her maid, with the
luggage, followed them, and they were driven to Euston Square almost
without a word. On this occasion no tall footman accompanied them. "Oh,
Frank; dear Frank," she had said, and that was all. He had been active
about the luggage and useful in giving orders, but beyond his directions
and inquiries as to the journey he spoke not a word. Had she breakfasted?
Would she have a cup of tea at the station? Should he take any luncheon
for her? At every question she only looked into his face and shook her
head.
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