“Yessir.”
“Is it a through train to London?”
“Change at Bridcote, Swindon and Oxford.”
Why had Mamma not told him? So they were to travel provincially. Oh well. It was London, but it was not the express. They would crawl like a worm instead. Voices on all sides began to make themselves heard, growing louder and louder. Over them all was Mamma suddenly thanking Smith. Then she came and sat down by him.
“I have done it all, I think.”
“Good.”
“It will be in soon now.”
“So we change three times.”
“Yes, dear, do you mind? Such a nuisance. But it was the only train in the afternoon, and I thought we had better have lunch at home, it is so much more comfortable, don’t you think?”
“Yes.”