"He is so self-denying," said she.

"Dear Ernest, he longs for me; but he thinks it selfish to let me travel so far alone to see him." Full of this idea, she yielded to her love.

She made her preparations, and wrote to him, that, if he did not forbid her peremptorily, he must expect to see her at his breakfast-table in a very few days.
Mr.Vane concluded this was a jest, and did not answer this letter at all.
Mrs.Vane started.

She traveled with all speed; but, coming to a halt at -- --, she wrote to her husband that she counted on being with him at four of the clock on Thursday.
This letter preceded her arrival by a few hours.

It was put into his hand at the same time with a note from Mrs.Woffington, telling him she should be at a rehearsal at Covent Garden.