"Nonsense!"

"Go and take your places now: there's only ten minutes to wait."

He watched them as they passed the harrier. Neither of the girls was
dressed very suitably for travelling; but Eve's costume resembled
that of a lady, while Patty's might suggest that she was a
lady's-maid. As if to confirm this distinction, Patty had burdened
herself with several small articles, whereas her friend carried only
a sunshade. They disappeared among people upon the platform. In a
few minutes Hilliard followed, glanced along the carriages till he
saw where the girls were seated, and took his own place. He wore a
suit which had been new on his first arrival in London, good enough
in quality and cut to give his features the full value of their
intelligence; a brown felt hat, a russet necktie, a white flannel
shirt. Finding himself with a talkative neighbour in the carriage,
he chatted freely. As soon as the train had started, he lit his pipe
and tasted the tobacco with more relish than for a long time.

On board the steamer Eve kept below from first to last. Patty walked
the deck with Hilliard, and vastly to her astonishment, achieved the
voyage without serious discomfort. Hilliard himself, with the sea
wind in his nostrils, recovered that temper of buoyant satisfaction
which had accompanied his first escape from London. He despised the
weak misgivings and sordid calculations of yesterday. Here he was,
on a Channel steamer, bearing away from disgrace and wretchedness
the woman whom his heart desired. Wild as the project had seemed to
him when first he conceived it, he had put it into execution. The
moment was worth living for. Whatever the future might keep in store