"I knew it," he muttered.

"What?"

"I mean I knew he'd recognize it," he explained.

The flyer shot through Fossingford at that juncture, a long line of
roaring shadows. There was silence between them until the rumble was lost
in the distance.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go out on the platform for awhile," she
said finally, resignation in her eyes. "Perhaps he's out there, wondering
why the train didn't stop."

"It's cold out there. Just slip into my coat, Miss Dering." He held the
raincoat for her, and she mechanically slipped her arms into the sleeves.
She shivered, but smiled sweetly up at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Rollins, you are very thoughtful and very kind to me."

They walked out into the darkness. After a turn or two in silence she
took the arm he proffered. He admired the bravery with which she was
trying to convince him that she was not so bitterly disappointed. When she
finally spoke her voice was soft and cool, just as a woman's always is
before the break.

"He was to have taken me to his uncle's house, six miles up in the
country. His aunt and a young lady from the South, with Mr. Dudley and me,
are to go to Eagle Nest to-morrow for a month."