The Lonely Bride by Fred M. White

Grace listened to all that Cattley had to say, but her mind had been made up long before he had finished. She almost dreaded to analyse her own thoughts; she hardly dared to acknowledge that this accident to her father came to her more in the shape of relief than anything else. The one thing uppermost in her mind was the knowledge that she was about to escape from Stephen Rice, even if it was only for a few days. She felt very like the convict in the condemned cell who receives information of his reprieve. Perhaps Fate was working on her side at last; perhaps she was going to escape from this hateful house for ever. But if she had loved Rice as much as she had hated him, her duty would have been equally clear before her. Without a word to Cattley she went up to her room and speedily reappeared dressed for a journey.

-"I will go over to the bank house at once," she said. "Perhaps you will be good enough to stay here and look after my husband."