Suddenly a thought struck her.
“Phil,” she said, “how is it you are travelling in here? Did you take a first-class ticket?”
Miss Raynsworth shook her head.
“Oh, no,” she replied; “I am going to get out at Crowminster. There is a second-class compartment next door. I don’t suppose there will be any difficulty about my having come this bit of the way with you, but if there should be, I can pay the difference. It is much better for me not to stay with you: we shall get into our rôle more quickly if we start at once. I will look in at every station to see if you want anything. We must be getting near Crowminster now.”
Evelyn did not speak for a moment or two.
“There is just one little thing to be settled,” Philippa went on, with a touch of hesitation. “What will you call me, Evey?”
Evey glanced at her.
“Oh, Phil,” she exclaimed, “it is altogether impossible. I shall never be able to keep it up.”
“Nonsense,” said her sister, with a touch of asperity. “You will have no keeping up, as you call it, to do, and as for my part of it, you can safely leave that to me.”
“I shall never be able to call you anything but Phil,” said Mrs Headfort, plaintively.