She nodded, her lips trembling.
"I feel I must," she said.
"And you will write to me?"
The Rev. John bustled up to them. He was flustered and nervous, as people are to whom a journey of any sort is an event full of dangerous possibilities.
"You must get in at once," he said fussily. "The train is just off. There, God bless you, my dear child! Remember all I have said. And if you are not happy, or the people not nice, let us know at once."
Mrs. Ingestre clasped her daughter in a short, almost passionate embrace.
"Be happy!" she said again; and the words were a blessing.
The carriage door slammed to; somewhere from the rear they heard the guard's shrill whistle, and gradually the train began to glide forward, leaving behind the little group of dearly loved faces.
Arnold walked at the carriage side.
"You will write to me often?" he pleaded.