she had enclosed three pounds. She thought, and rightly, that she was acting generously by them.
She regarded this composition with no little pride, then, though fatigued by such unwonted mental exertion, she proceeded to compose another letter. It was brief and to the point.
鈥淒ear Sam,鈥擶hen I ask you Thursday evening 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎬庝箞鏍?after you leave
the jail if you was going to keep your promise on board ship and marry me you say no. Alright then. I am obliged to leave you for I am going to marry another gentleman who you know. Mr. Mac has been good to me, and when you get this letter I will be Mrs. Mackenzie, but if you 鏉窞妗戞嬁鍝噷鏈€濂借鍧?did behave yourself I wouldn鈥檛 go away from you but it is all your own fault.鈥擸ours affectionate,
She folded these letters, enclosed them in envelopes, and carefully addressed them. She would post Mackenzie鈥檚 that evening. To-morrow she would 鏉窞妗戞嬁鍦板浘 buy postal orders for five pounds and then register the letter to Jamaica; in the meantime the letters that were to be posted the next day were carefully locked away by her in a little box which she kept at the bottom of her trunk. Susan had carefully observed how absconding wives
acted 鏉窞妗戞嬁缇庡コ in moving-picture dramas. These wrote their last farewells in the space of five seconds, read them over with frowning brows, sealed them, and placed them in a most conspicuous position in order that they should not by any possibility be overlooked. A wife of this type would scarcely have left 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇鐗规湇 the house before the husband would return, and there, on the table, would be the letter waiting for him, as large as life. But he never saw it at once. Some occult influence, apparently, kept his eyes away from it. He would look round the room, search the ceiling 鏉窞姘寸（鍧婅冻娴?for the missing one, scrutinize the floor, survey the atmosphere, and would be on the point of leaving the room when his eye would fall upon the table and the letter would be seen. This procedure would probably give him just sufficient time to rush into the street, summon the motor-car 鏉窞姘寸（鏈嶅姟鍥剧墖 that always attends upon the movements of repentant husbands, and dash off to the railway station or the ship鈥檚 dock, or the house to which his wife had fled. A second more and he would have been too late. In the moving-picture world, however, time itself is subordinate to the imperious demands of domestic felicity, and the reconciliation takes place dramatically with a public embrace.
That Jones might rush to the railway station, she knew. But instead of a reconciliation there might be a quarrel. There might be an arrest. She concluded that she 鏉窞涓濊qq would post Sam鈥檚 letter at one of the stations at which the train would stop while on the way to Culebra; by the time he received it she would have been already married. She went out and posted Mackenzie鈥檚 letter, called on a friend to discuss the scene of the preceding night, and returned 鏉窞娲楁荡澶ч厭搴?home to find Samuel waiting for her.
He was much earlier than usual. The truth is, he was still very much frightened and wished to run no further risks with vigilant policemen. He had opinions to express, and he sought the secur