people at home," she added, between laughing and crying. "They think
I'm going to the seaside, to stay with Eve till she gets better. I
never told so many fibs in my life. Uncle stormed at me, but I don't
care."

"All right; go on to the platform."

Eve was already walking in that direction. Undeniably she looked
ill; her step was languid; she did not raise her eyes. Hilliard,
when he had taken tickets and booked the luggage through to Paris,
approached his travelling companions. Seeing him, Eve turned away.

"I shall go in a smoking compartment," he said to Patty. "You had
better take your tickets."

"But when shall we see you again?"

"Oh, at Dover, of course."

"Will it be rough, do you think? I do wish Eve would talk. I can't
get a word out of her. It makes it all so miserable, when we might
be enjoying ourselves."

"Don't trouble: leave her to herself. I'll get you some papers."

On returning from the bookstall, he slipped loose silver into
Patty's hands.

"Use that if you want anything on the journey. And--I haven't
forgot my promise."