’It must not be left to her.  If she be so infatuated, she must not be allowed to judge for herself.  Till this trial be over, she and you must live apart.  Then, if that woman does not make good her claim,—­if you can prove that the woman is lying,—­then you will have back your wife.  But if, as everybody I find believes at present, it should be proved that you are the husband of that woman, and that you have basely betrayed my poor sister by a mock marriage, then she must be left to the care of her father and her mother, and may Heaven help her in her misery.’  All this he said with much dignity, and in a manner with which even Caldigate could not take personal offence.  ‘You must remember,’ he added, ‘that this poor injured one is their daughter and my sister.’

’I say that she has been in no wise injured but,—­as I also am injured,—­by a wicked plot.  And I say that she shall come back to me, unless she herself elects to remain with her parents.’  Then he left the office and went forth again into the streets.

He now took at once the road to Chesterton, trying as he did so to make for himself in his own mind a plan or map of the premises.  It would, he thought, be impossible but that his wife would be able to get out of the house and come to him if he could only make her aware of his presence.  But then there was the baby, and it would be necessary not only that she should escape herself but that she should bring her child with her.  Would they attempt to hold her?  Could it be that they should have already locked her up in some room up-stairs?  And if she did escape out of some window, even with her baby in her arms, how would it be with them then as they made their way back into the town?  Thinking of this he hurried back to the inn and told Richard to take the carriage into Chesterton and wait there at the turn of the lane, where the lane leads down from the main road to the Grange.  He was to wait there, though it might be all the day, till he heard from or saw his master.  The man, who was quite as keen for his master as was the old gardener for his mistress on the other side, promised accurate obedience.  Then he retraced his steps and walked as fast as he could to the Grange.

During all this time the mother and the daughter kept their weary seats in the hall, Hester having her baby in her arms.  She had quite determined that nothing should induce her again to go up-stairs,—­lest the key of the room should be turned upon her.  For a long time they sat in silence, and then she declared her purpose.

‘I shall remain here, mamma.’

‘If so, I must remain too.’

‘I shall not go up to my bedroom again, you may be sure of that.’

‘You will go up to-night, I hope.’

’Certainly not.  Nurse shall take baby up to his cradle.  I do not suppose you will be cruel enough to separate me from my child.’

’Cruel!  Do you not know that I would do anything for you or your child,—­that I would die for you or your child?’