The train moved off, and she waved her handkerchief to the sweet, sad, tear-stained face pressed close to the window-pane until a curve in the road hid it from her sight; then she turned away with a sigh.
Bernardine fell back in her seat, not caring whether or not she lived to reach her destination.
It was almost dusk when the train reached the lovely little village of Lee, nestling like a bird's nest amid the sloping green hills.
Bernardine stepped from the car, then stood quite still on the platform, and looked in bewilderment around her.
Mrs. Gardiner had written that she would send a conveyance to the station to meet her; but Bernardine saw none.
While she was deliberating as to whether she should inquire the way to the Gardiner place of the station agent, that individual suddenly turned out the lights in the waiting-room, and in an instant had jumped on a bicycle and dashed away, leaving Bernardine alone in a strange place.
At that moment, a man stepped briskly beneath the swinging light. One glance, and she almost swooned from horror.
The man was Jasper Wilde!