"Of course I shall," said David. "Why, here we are; with plenty of time to spare."
He saw Diana to their reserved compartment in the boat train; then went off to the cloak-room to find his luggage.
Before long they were gliding out of Waterloo Station, and David Rivers had looked his last on London; and had bidden a silent farewell to all for which London stands, to the heart of every true-born Englishman.
[CHAPTER XIX]
DAVID STUDIES THE SCENERY
The railway journey passed with surprising ease and swiftness. David's unusually high spirits were perhaps responsible for this.
To Diana it seemed that their positions were suddenly and unaccountably reversed. David led, and she followed. David set the tone of the conversation; and, as he chose that it should be gay and bantering, Diana found it impossible to strike the personal and pathetic note, bordering on the intimate and romantic, which she, somehow, now felt suitable to the occasion.
So they had a merry wedding-breakfast in the dining-car; and laughed much over the fact that they had left Mrs. Marmaduke Vane, with two strings to her bow—Diana's godfather, and Diana's lawyer.