And she died without knowing it, and I am her heir." Lotty wondered vaguely and rather sadly how much of this statement was true.

But she did not dare to ask.

She had promised her assistance.
Every night she woke with a dreadful dream of a policeman knocking at the door; whenever she saw a man in blue she trembled; and she knew perfectly well that, if the plot failed, it was she herself, in all probability, and not her husband at all, who would be put in the dock.
She did not believe a word about the cousin; she knew she was going to do a vile and dreadful wickedness, but she was ready to go through with it, or with anything else, to pleasure a husband who already, the honeymoon hardly finished, showed the propensities of a rover.
"Very well, Lotty; we are going there at once.

You need take nothing with you, but you won't come back here for a good spell.

In fact, I think I shall have to give up these lodgings, for fear of accidents.