At six o’clock, at night-fall, they went to the station, walked up and down the platform, and continued talking about the children.
“Lovely weather, but cool,” Mr. Rawlison said. “I wonder if Nell has taken warm enough clothing with her?”
“Stasch doubtless thought of it, and Dinah, too.”
“I am sorry we did not go to Medinet ourselves, instead of having them brought to us.”
“Remember that I suggested this.”
“I know, and if it were not that we have to continue farther south I would have agreed to it, but I calculated that the journey would take a considerable time, and so we should not have had as long a time with the children. Besides, I will confess that it was Chamis who gave me the idea of having them brought here. He told me that he wanted to see them so much, and that he would be greatly pleased if he were sent after them. I am not surprised that he has taken a fancy to them.”
Further conversation was cut short by the signals announcing the approaching train. Soon afterward the fiery eye of the locomotive appeared in the darkness, and at the same time its panting breath and whistling could be heard.
A string of lighted cars passed along the platform, then the train shook and stopped.
“I did not see them at any of the windows,” said Mr. Rawlison.
“Perhaps they are sitting farther back in the car and will soon get out.”