“I only wish you could,” he said, refusing to take her seriously, “but I don’t see just how——”
“I’m going,” she interrupted, determinedly. “I shan’t be in the least in your way, that I promise. But I’m going. I refuse to be left behind.”
“En voiture, messieurs et mesdames!”
The guard’s command had grown imperative. The second bell had rung.
Grey pulled out his watch. It showed thirty seconds of starting time. O’Hara was standing at the car’s step looking anxiously towards him. Johann was at his side, his hat deferentially raised.
“The train is now to start, Herr Arndt,” he said.
The man turned to the woman he loved.
“I am going with you,” she reiterated before he could speak; and she beckoned to Marcelle.
“En voiture!” shouted the guards.
There was no time for further protest or parley. The four crossed the platform hurriedly. Hope entered the car, her maid following; and then Grey, with O’Hara at his heels and Johann bringing up the rear, stepped from the platform of the station to the platform of the wagon-lit.