"I've seen to the baggage myself," said Helen, without looking at him.
"All right," he said.
The porter touched his cap.
"Label that luggage for Crewe," he whispered to the porter, and passed straight on, as if taking exercise on the platform.
"Yes, sir," said the porter.
When he got back to Helen of course he had to make conversation with a nonchalant air, in order to hide his guilty feelings.
"So none of 'em has come to see you off!" he observed.
"None of whom?"
"None o' yer friends."
"No fear!" she said. "I wouldn't have it for anything. I do hate and loathe good-byes at a railway station. Don't you?"