Dr. Davenal laughed. "Not likely. I just happened to come up now; so it's all right. You have some luggage, I suppose?"
"A portmanteau. My servant's here."
"Good evening, Dr. Davenal. Ah, captain! how are you?"
The salutation came from a passenger who had likewise stepped out of a first-class compartment. They turned to behold Oswald Cray.
"Why! you don't mean to say that you have come by this train?" cried Captain Davenal, in his quick manner.
"Yes I have. And you?"
"I have come by it, too. Where were our eyes, I wonder?"
"In our own compartment, I expect," said Oswald Cray. "I was at the end of the train, and did not get out during the journey."
"Neither did I. The same errand brings us, I suppose--Caroline's wedding? It's fine to be Mark Cray! You and I must wait for our honours: we can't afford these grand doings yet."
Dr. Davenal looked at his son. "If you can't afford them now Ned, when are you to afford them?"