In my place, wouldn't you feel that you could do it more delicately in writing ?" "I dare say!" "I might write to-morrow, for instance.

To-morrow is one of the American mail days.

My letter would get to Canada (remembering the roundabout way by which Teresa and I are to travel, for fear of discovery), days and days before we could arrive.

I should shut myself up in an hotel at Quebec; and Teresa could go every day to the bank, to hear if Ovid was likely to send for his letters, or likely to call soon and ask for them.
Then he would be prepared.

Then, when we meet--!" The governess left her chair, and pointed to the clock.
Carmina looked at her--and rose in alarm.