The smile that came upon her lips was so
pleasant and sweet that it might have overjoyed a more conceited man
than myself.
"Are we near then? Delightful! I never was so hungry in my life," and
the smile expanded into a gay laugh as she rose to her feet and was
ready to leave the carriage.
"I'm afraid you will have to wait, Philpotts, we cannot leave that,"
she pointed to the child nestling sound asleep by her side. "But I
will send or bring you something. This gentleman will perhaps escort
me to the refreshment-room."
I agreed, of course, and saying, "Only too charmed," I led the way--a
long way, for the restaurant is at the far end of the platform. At
last we sat down _tete-a-tete_ and prepared to do full justice to the
meal. Strange to say, despite her anticipations, she proved to have
very little appetite.
"I must have waited too long," she said, as she trifled with a cutlet.
"I shall perhaps like something else better," and she went carefully
through the whole _menu_, so that the time slipped away, and we were
within five minutes of departure.
"And poor dear Philpotts, I had quite forgotten her.
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