Then she herself proposed a way.
"To-morrow night (Friday)," she wrote, "the aunts are going to a
meeting. They won't return until after eight o'clock. During most of
that time Martha will be in the kitchen cooking, and Jane (who is
staying late that night) has promised to give me a signal. I could
run out for quarter of an hour and meet you somewhere close by and
risk getting back. Jane will be ready to let me in. Of course, it
may fail, but things can't be worse than they are . . . I absolutely
forbid you to come if you think that this can make anything worse
for you at home. But I MUST see you, Martin . . . I feel to-night as
though I couldn't stand it any longer (although I've only had five
days of it!), but I think that if I met you, really you, for only
five minutes, I could bear it then for weeks. Let me know if you
agree to this, and if so where we could meet about 7.30."
The mere thought of seeing her was wonderful. He would not have
believed a month ago that it could have come to mean so much to him.
He wrote back:
"Yes. At the corner of Dundas Street, by the Pillar Box, 7.30.
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