She and Emma had spoken, written, the very words.

She drew forth her Emma's letter from under her left breast, and read some half-blinded lines.
Redworth immediately prepared to leave her to her feelings--trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis.
'Adieu, for the night, Mrs.Warwick,' he said, and was guilty of eulogizing the judgement he thought erratic for the moment.

'Night is a calm adviser.

Let me presume to come again in the morning.

I dare not go back without you.' She looked up.