Nell shook her head.
"I will do so," he said.
The guard made his last inspection of the carriages, and Wolfer held her hand.
"Good-by," he said. "And—and thank you!"
The words were conventional enough, but Nell understood, and was comforted.
As the train left the station, the boys from the book stall came along with the early edition of the evening papers.
"Paper, miss?" asked one, standing on the step. "Evening paper? Sudden death of the Hearl of Hangleford!"
But Nell had no desire for an evening paper, and, shaking her head, sank back with a sigh.