“Dear me! is that you, Johnny Ludlow?” was her greeting to me when I stepped up and spoke to her; and her tone was all vinegar. “What do you do here?”
“I came to meet you. Did you not know I was staying at Lefford?”
“I knew that. But why should they send you to meet me?”
“Dr. Knox was coming himself, but he has just been called out to a patient. How much luggage have you, Miss Cattledon?”
“Never you mind how much, Johnny Ludlow: my luggage does not concern you.”
“But cannot I save you the trouble of looking after it? If you will get into the brougham, I will see to the luggage and bring it on in a fly, if it’s too much to go on the box with Wall.”
“You mean well, Johnny Ludlow, I dare say; but I always see to my luggage myself. I should have lost it times and again, if I did not.”
She went pushing about amongst the porters and the trucks, and secured the luggage. One not very large black box went up by Wall; a smaller inside with us. So we drove out of the station in state, luggage and all, Cattledon holding her head bolt upright.
“How is Janet, Johnny Ludlow?”
“Quite well, thank you.”