“No time for changing now, sir; are you getting into this carriage?”
He could not forego the pleasure of being with Lizzie. An old woman with a provision basket on her lap drew her skirts aside and made way for him; there were three dirtily dressed girls—probably shop girls; they sat whispering together, a little troubled by the publicity; there were two youths, shabbily dressed, their worn boots and trousers covered with London mud. He was surprised, and he did not for a moment understand or realise his company. Frank had never been in a third-class carriage before.
“I'm afraid you won't be comfortable here.”
“Oh, yes, I shall; I'd just as soon travel in one class as another—much sooner when it means being with you.”
“None of your nonsense; I see you haven't changed. Well, who'd have thought it? Just fancy meeting you, and after all this time.”
“How long is it? It must be nearly two years. I haven't seen you sincethat day we went up the river.”
“Yes, you have.”
“No; where did I see you since?”
“At the bar; I didn't leave the 'Gaiety' for several days after.”
“No more you did; I remember now. But why did you leave without letting me know where you were going?”