Lovers' eyes are seldom deceived in such cases. Catherine, out for a walk with Ted and Toddie, had brought them within the precincts of the railway, not only because the small folks delighted in the sight of 'a big puffing engine,' but also because there was a possibility that Brian might come down to-day by the London express.
Her beaming smile as she gazed down at him over the parapet of the bridge was the cause of sympathetic beams upon his face.
'That gentleman is—a great friend of mine, Ted and Toddie!' she cried exultantly.
'How nice!' said Ted. 'He must be nice if you like him, Carr.'
'He's comin' up. Oh, poor, poor man! Is he ill, Carr?'
'No, dears, only hard-worked; and he lives in smoky dark London.'
By this time Brian had mounted the steps and emerged through the doorway on to the bridge.
Catherine had put down the child, so she put both her hands into Brian's, and so they stood for a few minutes, smiling, silent, looking into one another's eyes, in delicious contentment at having met once more.
Then the woman's practical mind read the significance of the presence of a bag.
'You are come, and you haven't got to go away again yet!'