“Oh, do!” Constance agreed.
Sophia put her things on with remarkable expedition. She arrived at the station a minute before the train came in. Only a few persons emerged from the train, and Cyril was not among them. A porter said that there was not supposed to be any connection between the Loop Line trains and the main line expresses, and that probably the express had missed the Loop. She waited thirty-five minutes for the next Loop, and Cyril did not emerge from that train either.
Constance opened the front-door to her, and showed a telegram—
“Sorry prevented last moment. Writing. CYRIL.”
Sophia had known it. Somehow she had known that it was useless to wait for the second train. Constance was silent and calm; Sophia also.
“What a shame! What a shame!” thumped Sophia’s heart.
It was the most ordinary episode. But beneath her calm she was furious against her favourite. She hesitated.
“I’m just going out a minute,” she said.
“Where?” asked Constance. “Hadn’t we better have tea? I suppose we must have tea.”
“I shan’t be long. I want to buy something.”