"Mr. Herriott, you will write to me?"
He shook his head.
Looking intently at her, he noticed the deep blue shadows under her eyes, and the first tears he had ever seen her shed rolled slowly over her worn face.
"Unless my letters were hollow shams, they would only distress you, and all future annoyance I wish to avoid. Silence is the only possible peace."
At this moment the carriage stopped, and he looked out.
"Why do you lag, Rivers?"
"A train, sir. Switch engine and gravel cars."
"Drive around it."
"I can't, sir. Red signal just ahead of the horse's nose."
Mr. Herriott stepped out, and walked for some minutes up and down the embankment. Then the train pulled out, and when he re-entered his carriage he took the front seat.