“Well, I do think there is a great deal of false pride in the world,” Judy pouted.
“So there is, darling; but we cannot cure it.”
“It is a wonder their high mightinesses consent to go with you to Haymore and be your guests there.”
“That is a different affair.”
“I don’t see that it is.”
“But they do,” laughed Ran.
The train started, and the conversation dropped.
It was still in the darkness before day that they left the station and sped off into the open country, where the world was scarcely beginning to wake up. In London the world seems never to go to sleep.
Our three travelers had had but little rest in the last twenty-four hours; and so, between the darkness of the hour, the motion of the train and their own weariness, they dozed off into dreamland, where they lingered some hours, until they were called back by the sudden stopping of the train, for an instant only, for before they were fully awake it was off again, flying northward as if pursued by the furies.
Judy shook herself up and looked out of the window on her right hand to see the eastern horizon red with the coming of the wintry sun above the moorland.