At the last moment, she won't hear of going away, unless you go too.

The rooms are waiting at St.Moritz; and your father is annoyed (the governess says) by the delay that has taken place already." She paused.

Cecilia was silent.

"Surely you don't hesitate ?" Emily said.
"I am too happy to go wherever Julia go es," Cecilia answered warmly; "I was thinking of you, dear." Her tender nature, shrinking from the hard necessities of life, shrank from the cruelly-close prospect of parting.
"I thought we were to have had some hours together yet," she said.

"Why are we hurried in this way?
There is no second train to London, from our station, till late in the afternoon." "There is the express," Emily reminded her; "and there is time to catch it, if you drive at once to the town." She took Cecilia's hand and pressed it to her bosom.