I glanced at my watch. There would be just time to catch the train.
"Euston," I said, and I swung to the doors. Then, as I sat there, I realized that my knees were trembling.
At the station Augustus had already arrived, and, under pretence of seeing whether the servants and luggage were all there, he was scanning the platform anxiously for Lady Grenellen.
His face fell when he saw me. Perhaps he hoped she would have arrived first.
I could not prevent myself from speaking in a voice of extra coldness, although I tried hard to be natural. This was not the moment for recriminations. Augustus noticed it, and, as usual, began to bluster.
"What's up?" he asked, irritably. "You look as white as a ghost."
"I will get into the carriage," I said, "I am cold." And Atkinson and McGreggor arranged my cushion and rugs for me, Augustus uneasily watching the platform meanwhile.
Two of the men who had been at Harley passed, and, seeing me, came up and spoke. They were going to Myrlton, too, I found.
"Why don't you get in here?" I said, graciously, to the funny one they had called "Billy," and whose other name I had never grasped. "It is so dull to travel alone with one's husband."
He got in and sat opposite me. We talked merrily.