“That train is going north,” said Eleanor. “Guess we've half an hour good before yours comes in.”
So little can mortals read the stars that he heaved a sigh of relief, and even murmured—
“Ve have timed him very luckily!”
Ten minutes later they descended the hill to Torrydhulish Station. The north-going train had paid its brief call and vanished nearly from sight again; no one seemed to be moving about the station, and the Baron told himself that nothing worse remained than the exercise of a little tact in parting with his deliverers.
“Ach! I shall carry it off gaily,” he thought, and leaping lightly to the ground, exclaimed with a genial air, as he gave his hand to Eva.
“Vell! Now have I a leetle surprise for you, ladies!”
Nor did he at all exaggerate their sensation.
“Miss Maddison!”
Alas, that it should be so far beyond the power of mere inky words to express all that was implied in Eva's accents!
“Miss Gallosh!”