And yet—one was lonely sometimes....
Oh, well—he must think things out.... But not now.... Laura was right—it wasn’t the time. He clung to the comfortable phrase. That was the best of Laura.... She was a reasonable woman ... never worried you.... It was worth while to be at peace with Laura....
How the week had flown! He wished he had had time to go to London again.... There was that play he had wanted to see.... It must wait for his next leave.... His next leave! He was as bad as Laura! And he had forgotten to order—but he had given Laura the list.... Laura would see to all that.... It would be a great relief to be able to write to Laura again ... he hated worrying his mother.... And Laura didn’t mind the bother.... It was comical—he really believed she enjoyed it.... Women were amazing creatures....
They were none too soon at the station. Laura had barely time to settle him in a carriage with his ticket and his paper and his pipe, when a black and burly voice interposed between her and the carriage door—
“Stand back, please—stand back now, please!”
The train began to move.
Justin thrust out a friendly hand.
“Well—good-bye, Laura.”
“Good-bye, Justin.”
She kept pace for a moment with the gathering speed of the train.