"You don't suppose I'm worrying about my tea, do you?"

He looked at her curiously.

"No, I don't suppose you are," he answered.

They set off at a good pace, but they had wandered much further afield
than they realised, and when at last the hotel, and the station which
practically adjoined it, came into sight, the train was already drawn up
at the platform, waiting to start. A shrill whistle cut the air warningly,
and instinctively Ann and Tony broke into a run. Tony was the first to
recognise the futility of the proceeding. He pulled up.

"We may as well save our breath," he observed laconically. And even as he
spoke the train, with a final shriek, moved out of the station.

Ann stood still, her eyes following it with an expression of blank dismay.

"Tony!" Her voice sounded a trifle breathless. "Do you know--have you
realised--that that's the last train?"

He nodded.

"And we've missed it."

He appeared completely unconcerned, and she turned on him with a flash of
impatience. His inconsequence annoyed her.

"Yes, we've missed it," she repeated. "How do you suppose we're going to
get back without a train to take us?"