“So that what you’ve come to me now for,” I asked, “is to speed me on my way?” Before she had time to reply, however, I had her in check. “I’ve a better idea⁠—the result of my reflections. My going would seem the right thing, and on Sunday I was terribly near it. Yet that won’t do. It’s you who must go. You must take Flora.”

My visitor, at this, did speculate. “But where in the world⁠—?”

“Away from here. Away from them . Away, even most of all, now, from me. Straight to her uncle.”

“Only to tell on you⁠—?”

“No, not ‘only’! To leave me, in addition, with my remedy.”