“Did you find out that the train goes to-morrow?”
“Yes.”
“Do I have to go on it?”
“There’s no other way that I know of for you to go home.”
“You won’t come with me?”
“I can’t leave the property when your brother’s away; you know that.”
“Well, I suppose you can’t. It’s very trying, isn’t it?”
“It’s not what I’d like.” Scott, in spite of himself, smiled down into the serious eyes.
“Well, if I were as big as you and didn’t like a thing, I’d change it, that’s all. Good-night.” She ran up the stairs.
Scott shrugged his shoulders and strode into the office of the hotel; the Commonwealth boasted no parlor—guests sat in the office or went to bed. Clara and Hard stood near the desk talking to Penhallow. Scott lit a cigarette and went outside. The narrow strip of veranda was vacant. He walked moodily up and down.