I must leave it to those who know better than I do the way to read the
deep mysteries of a woman's heart, to explain how it came to pass that
the only result of this incident was to make me sure that if we remained
in London much longer my husband would go back to the other woman, and
to say why (seeing that I did not love him) I should have become
feverishly anxious to remove him from the range of this temptation.
Yet so it was, for the very next morning, I wrote to my father saying I
had been unwell and begging him to use his influence with my husband to
set out on the Egyptian trip without further delay.
My father's answer was prompt. What he had read between the lines of my
letter I do not know; what he said was this--
"Daughter--Certainly! I am writing to son-in-law telling him to
quit London quick. I guess you've been too long there already. And
while you are away you can draw on me yourself for as much as you
please, for where it is a matter of money you must never let nobody
walk over you.