"How selfish of me! I ought to have known," she remarked. "Let someone take your bag."
"I don't know where I'm going to stop. I'll leave it at the station for the present."
"Aren't you going home?" she asked in some surprise.
"We'll talk over everything when I've got warm."
She waited while he left his bag in the cloak-room. When he joined her, they walked along the street leading from the station.
"I could have seen what's up with you without being told," he remarked ungenially.
"It won't be for so very long. I shall look all right again some day," she declared, with a sad little laugh.
"That's the worst of women," he went on. "Just when you think everything's all right, this goes and happens."
His words fired her blood.
"I should have thought you would have been very proud," she cried.