For the better part of the way to the station she said nothing. At last she looked across at Andy, who sat opposite to her, and remarked, "Well, Mr. Hayes, you saw the beginning; now you see the end."
"Since it has happened, I can only hope the end will be happy—for you and for him."
"I'm getting what I wanted. If you want a thing and get it, you can hardly complain, whatever happens."
"That sounds very reasonable, but—"
"The best thing to hope about reason is to hope you won't need it? Yes!"
It seemed that the news had not yet spread so far afield as to reach the station. The old stationmaster was friendly and loquacious.
"Quite a break-up of you all to-day, sir," he said. "Mr. 'Arry gone by the first train, the stout gentleman by the next, now Miss Vintry, and a carriage engaged for Miss Flower's party and Mr. Foot this afternoon! A real break-up, I call it!"
"That's about what it comes to, Mr. Parsons," said Andy, as he handed Isobel into the train.
"Well, 'olidays must 'ave an end. A pleasant journey and a safe return, miss."
Isobel smiled at Andy. "You'd stop at the first part of the wish, Mr. Hayes?"