'I must go as far as Pendal station,' she said. 'Then you can look at the time-table, and tell me what train you will take.'
They walked the length of the lane almost in silence, glancing at each other once or twice. At the village station, Wilfrid discovered that a good train left Dunfield shortly after nine o'clock. From Pendal to Dunfield there would be a train in a quarter of an hour.
They stood together under the station shed. No other passenger was waiting, and the official had not yet arrived to open the booking-office.
'When shall I hear from you?' Emily asked, putting off from instant to instant the good-bye, which grew ever harder to say.
'In less than a week. I shall leave London early tomorrow morning.'
'But it will give you no time for rest.'
'I am not able to rest. Go as often as you can to the castle, that I may think of you as sitting there.'
'I will go very often.'
She could not trust herself to utter more than a few words. As she spoke, the station-master appeared. They moved away to the head of the stairs by which Emily had to leave.
'I shall see your train to-night as it passes Pendal,' she said.