"Good heavens! Till three-thirty?"
"But my dear Mr. Rollins, you won't be obliged to sit up, you know.
You're not expecting any one, are you?"
"N-no, of course not."
"By the way, why are you staying up?" He was sure he detected alarm in the question. She was suspecting him!
"I have nowhere to go, Miss—Mrs.—er—" She merely smiled and he said something under his breath. "I'm waiting for the eight o'clock train."
"How lovely! What time will the three-thirty train get here, agent?"
"At half-past three, I reckon. But she don't stop here!"
"Oh, goodness! Can't you flag it—her, I mean?"
"What's the use?" asked Rossiter. "He's not coming on it, is he?"
"That's so. He's coming in a buggy. You needn't mind flagging her, agent."