Then it was that these two arose stiffly from their sheltered bench and gave heed to the things that were about them.
The Channel was behind them.
CHAPTER XVIII — BATTLING OLD BONES
They journeyed to Paris by the night mail. He was waiting for her on the platform when she descended from the wagon lit in the Gare du Nord. Sleepy passengers crowded with them into the customs department. She, alone among them all, was smiling brightly, as if the world could be sweet at an hour when, by all odds, it should be sleepiest.
"I was up and on the lookout for you at Amiens," he declared, as they walked off together. "You might have got off there, you know," with a wry grin.
"I shall not run away from you again, Brandon," she said earnestly. "I promise, on my honour."
"By Jove," he cried, "that's a relief!" Then he broke into a happy laugh.
"I shall go to the Ritz," she said, after her effects had been examined and were ready for release.