“Nobody,” he replied, in one word, for he was chary with information respecting himself.
Wanda had walked towards the platform. Immediately opposite to her stood a carriage with the door thrown open. In those days there were no corridor carriages. Two minutes now.
“We must not be seen together on the platform,” she said. “I am only going to the next station. We have a small farm there, and some old servants whom I go to see.”
She stood within the open doorway, and seemed to wait for him to speak.
“Thank you,” he said, “for warning me.”
And that was all.
“You must go,” he added, after a moment's pause.
Still she lingered.
“There is so much to say,” she said, half to herself. “There is so much to say.”
The train was moving when Cartoner stepped into a carriage at the back. He was alone, and he leaned back with a look of thoughtful wonder in his eyes, as if he were questioning whether she were right—whether there was much to say—or nothing.