“Good afternoon, Miss Devereux,” said a voice.
Trix looked up. Her resignation took to itself wings and fled.
“Doctor Hilary!” she exclaimed.
Doctor Hilary heaved his big form into the carriage, and turned to take a tea-basket from a porter just behind him. First tipping the said porter, he put the basket carefully on the seat.
“I’ve been on the lookout for you,” he remarked calmly.
“Oh,” said Trix, a trifle surprised.
Doctor Hilary sat down, keeping, however, one eye towards the platform.
“Yes,” he continued, still calmly. “The Duchessa happened to tell me yesterday that you were coming, and as I happened to be in Exeter to-day I thought we might as well do this bit of the journey together.”
“I see,” said Trix.
Doctor Hilary looked up. “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked quickly.