She was also wondering about Captain Ross.
What a disgusting temper the man had been in all that evening!
Positively scowling at her! Was he jealous, really? Was he?
Then she wondered what Captain Ross was doing at that moment.
If there had been no raid——! If it had been he who was seeing her home she might have asked him what she had done that he should scowl at her like that.
Or if only it were Captain Ross who was sitting with her here in this darkened carriage all smelling of engine-dust and cigarette smoke, waiting for the raid to finish....
Hurriedly Olwen put the thought away. It was no use allowing oneself to dwell on thoughts of things that were too good to be true. No, no, not too good. She told herself firmly that she did not wish Captain Ross were in this railway-carriage instead of Mr. Ellerton. Captain Ross would only be disagreeable.
Only——Well! She could imagine some girls feeling glad of a raid in these circumstances. Some girls to whom it would be as one long, long lovely dance "sat out" in a dark corner with their favourite partner of all. Perhaps there were girls "hung up" in this very train, feeling that it was the evening of their lives.
Whereas all she could feel was apologetic to Mr. Ellerton. He liked her, but she was sure he had never bargained for sitting out with her a dance of this length. Still, what was to be done? Here the train stuck. They couldn't get out and walk to Wembley!
"Shall we smoke?" suggested Mr. Ellerton. "You'll have a cigarette, won't you?"