"That can wait too. I know what it is." The doctor walked quickly on, and Caroline followed him to the front door. Mark was coming in.
"Is the London train in, Mark?--did you notice as you came by? There's one due."
"I did not notice," replied Mark. "I don't much think it is in. I saw no bustle."
Dr. Davenal stepped into the carriage. "Turn round, Roger. The railway station."
The whistle was sounding as they drew near, and Roger whipped up his steeds. The doctor stepped on to the platform as the train dashed in. He elbowed his way amidst the crowd, trying to peer into every first-class carriage.
"Edward!"
"My dear father!"
Captain Davenal leaped lightly out--an upright, slender man, with the unmistakable look of the soldier; a dark, handsome face, and a free and ready voice.
"I have been looking for you all day, Ned."
"Not up here, surely?"