She looked anxiously at him.
“Do ’ee want to go into the town?” he asked, as Anna pointed out her trunks. “There’s a omnibus outside.”
“No; I want to go to Waverley Vicarage,” said Anna, feeling very deserted. “How can I get there?”
She followed the porter as he wheeled the boxes outside the station, where a small omnibus was waiting, and also a high spring-cart, in which sat a well-to-do-looking farmer.
“You ain’t seen no one from Waverley, Mr Oswald?” said the porter. “This ’ere young lady expects some one to meet her.”
The farmer looked thoughtfully at Anna.
“Waverley, eh,” he repeated, “Vicarage?”
“Ah,” said the porter, nodding.
Another long gaze.
“Well, I’m going by the gate myself,” he said at last. “I reckon Molly wouldn’t make much odds of the lot,” glancing at the luggage, “if the young lady would like a lift.”