Honor promised.
A bell clanged noisily and the engine whistled.
"Oh, Honey!—how can you leave me like this?" he whispered holding her eyes with his.
Honor moved impulsively towards him and their lips met in a passionate and lingering kiss. The strength to resist his unspoken appeal was melted by that silent demand. After all, they were parting!
"Good-bye," she said, the tears falling.
He stepped back as the train began to move, his gaze riveted on her face, and jaws set with stern self-repression.
CHAPTER XX
THE "IDEAL"
While Raymond Meredith convalesced at Darjeeling in the care of Nurse Dalton—the identity of whose name with that of the doctor being generally understood at Muktiarbad to be a mere freak of coincidence—his family in Surrey waxed strong and healthy in the glorious summer weather. Baby Douglas, who lived out of doors, had cheeks like a damask rose, while his mother gained gracious curves which added to her already radiant beauty. Even her pretty little sister who had recently put up her hair, was eclipsed. But only in point of looks.