Weston looked at her gravely, and then made a little deprecatory gesture.
“It was very stupid, I dare say. Still, you see, you were out on the platform when the train came into the station.”
There was something that puzzled him in Ida’s expression.
“Well,” she admitted, “I really had my fancies for a moment or two, though I blamed myself afterward. I should have known better.”
It was rather a big admission, but she said nothing else, and it was Weston who broke the silence.
“I have to thank you for the prospecting outfit,” he said.
The girl flashed a quick glance at him.
“It was partly Major Kinnaird’s idea. You made use of it?”
Weston smiled.
“Grenfell and I did. That explains the state of my attire. You see, we have just come down from the bush.”