The travellers penetrated into the car, and reappeared at a window, one on either side of a table covered with a white cloth and laid for two persons.
'Oh, don't I wish I was going!' Milly exclaimed, perceiving them.
Rose was now flushed with triumph. She looked at Twemlow, her lips moved, she smiled. She was a woman in the world. Then they nodded and waved hands.
The guard unfurled his green flag, the engine gave a curt, scornful whistle, and lo! the luncheon-car was gliding away from Leonora, Ethel, and Milly! Lo! the station was empty!
'I wonder what he will talk to her about,' thought Leonora.
They had to cross the station by the under-ground passage and wait twenty minutes for a squalid, shambling local train which took them to Shawport, at the foot of the rise to Hillport.