Gwenda walked quickly away from them and disappeared through the booking-office into the station yard.
And then Rowcliffe, who had apparently been hiding in the general waiting-room, came out on to the platform.
The six fell upon him with cries of joy and affection.
They were his mother, his paternal uncle and aunt, his two youngest cousins, and Dr. Harker, his best friend and colleague who had taken his place in January when he had been ill.
They had all come down from Leeds for Rowcliffe's wedding.
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Rowcliffe's trap and Peacock's from Garthdale stood side by side in the station-yard.
Gwenda in Peacock's trap had left the town before she heard behind her the clanking hoofs of Rowcliffe's little brown horse.
She thought, "He will pass in another minute. I shall see him."
But she did not see him. All the way up Rathdale to Morfe the sound of the wheels and of the clanking hoofs pursued her, and Rowcliffe still hung back. He did not want to pass her.