Each time she nodded her head and said to herself, "Now it's all over—now it's all over;" and standing behind him, holding him gently back until the train stopped, she waited stoically for the last moment.
Directly it came to a standstill, Maurie jumped out of the train, and when, a moment later, she descended from their carriage, she could see the little fair head half hidden in the mother's arms.
Nervously, reticently, she approached them. Then Mrs. Priestly looked up and the sad grey eyes rested on Sally. She held out her hand in hesitating embarrassment.
"You are Miss Bishop?" she said.
Sally inclined her head.
"Maurie talked about you in every letter he wrote me."
"I—I think we were friends," said Sally.
Mrs. Priestly called a fourwheeler, told Maurie to get inside. Then she turned to Sally.
"I received a telegram this morning," she said, "saying that Maurie was coming up to London by this train. But I've had no explanation."
"Didn't you guess the reason?" said Sally, softly.