"So'm I... Oh, Jerrold, here's the beastly train."

It drew up along the platform.

Anne stood in her carriage, leaning out of the window to him.

His hand was on the ledge. They looked at each other without speaking.

The guard whistled. Carriage doors slammed one after another. The train
moved forward.

Jerrold ran alongside. "I say, you'll let Col-Col play on that piano?"

Anne was gone.



III


ANNE AND JERROLD

i

"'Where have you been all the day, Rendal, my son?
Where have you been all the day, my pretty one?...'"

Five years had passed. It was August, nineteen ten.