"What now? Passengers?"
"Yes."
"The owner of the boxes?"
"Yes."
"And you too? Where's your cheque?"
There was a moment's colloquy between the two dusky figures in the road; then the man took a slip of paper from the left-hand pocket in his moleskins, and held it to the off-lamp for the driver's inspection. "The two of us," he said.
"Yes? Well! up you jump.... All aboard!"
And with his blankets round her, and her hand in his, the little governess, and her lost love who was found, passed at star-rise through the Greenbush boundary-gate, and on and on into another life.