preparations. She stood off defiantly and watched him pile his best
clothes into a rather comfortable-looking heap on one of the long benches.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'll make a pillow of these negligée shirts.
They're soft, you know."

"Stop! I refuse to accept your--" she was protesting.

"Do you want me to leave you here all alone?" he demanded. "With the
country full of tramps and--"

"Don't! It's cowardly of you to frighten me. They say the railroads are
swarming with tramps, too. Won't you please go and see if Mr. Dudley is
anywhere in sight?"

"It was mean of me, I confess. Please lie down. It's getting cold. Pull
this raincoat over yourself. I'll walk out and--"

"Oh, but you are a determined person. And very foolish, too. Why should
you lose a lot of sleep just for me when--?"

"There is no reason why two men should fail you to-night, Mrs.--Miss--"

"Miss Dering," she said, humbled.

"When you choose to retire, Miss Dering, you will find your room quite
ready," he said with fine gallantry, bowing low as he stood in the
doorway. "I will be just outside on the platform, so don't be uneasy."

He quickly faded into the night, leaving her standing there, petulant,
furious, yet with admiration in her eyes. Ten minutes later he heard her