“So long as you didn’t get interfering with us, we’re satisfied.”
Mr. Hinde, walking behind the procession with his five police, had perhaps the best reason of all for satisfaction.
VI. STARTING THE TRAIN
Tom O’Donovan leaned as far as possible out of the window of the railway carriage, a first-class smoking carriage.
“Good-bye Jessie, old girl,” he said. “I’ll be back the day after to-morrow, or the next day at latest. Take care of yourself.”
Mrs. O’Donovan, who was not very tall, stood on tip-toe while he kissed her.
“You’ll have time enough to get dinner in Dublin,” she said, “or will you dine on the boat?”
“They give you a pretty fair dinner on the boat,” said Tom, “and it’s less fussy to go on board at once.”
She had said that to him before, and he had made the same answer; but it is necessary to keep on saying something while waiting for a train to start, and on such occasions there is very seldom anything fresh to say.