'He's coming this day week to stay with a friend near here till you leave.

He'll be sure to call.' Marchmill did return quite early in the afternoon; and, opening some letters which had arrived in his absence, declared suddenly that he and his family would have to leave a week earlier than they had expected to do--in short, in three days.
'Surely we can stay a week longer ?' she pleaded.

'I like it here.' 'I don't.

It is getting rather slow.' 'Then you might leave me and the children!' 'How perverse you are, Ell! What's the use?
And have to come to fetch you! No: we'll all return together; and we'll make out our time in North Wales or Brighton a little later on.

Besides, you've three days longer yet.' It seemed to be her doom not to meet the man for whose rival talent she had a despairing admiration, and to whose person she was now absolutely attached.