The Cloven Foot by Mary Elizabeth Braddon

Although George Gerard had made up his mind to leave Beechampton by the first train on Monday morning, and although he began to feel doubtful as to the purity of Edward Clare's intentions, and altogether uncomfortable in the society of that young man, when Monday came and showed him a dark sky, and a world almost blotted out by rain, he yielded, more weakly than it was his nature to yield, to the friendly persuasion of Mrs. Clare and her daughter, who had come down to the breakfast room at an early hour to pour out the departing guest's tea.

‘You really must not travel on such a wretched morning,' said the Vicar's wife, with maternal kindness. ‘I wouldn't let Edward start on a long journey in such weather.'