"Why? You could have gone on alone."
"That would not have suited me; I want your company," she said.
They were shown to a reserved compartment, the guard locking the door until the train started; it was crowded, and some of the race-goers are not particular where they get in.
"It's a non-stop train; we are alone until we arrive at King's Cross," said Hector.
Lenise was at her best. She confessed she was really in love this time; she meant to find out how matters stood with him.
Despite all she had done, he felt her charm still. She was not a good woman, far from it, but there was something so subtle and attractive about her he found it hard to resist the spell.
The thought of Sir Robert's words, "I wish the Admiral could have seen this," gave him courage. It had to be done—why not do it now? There was no escape for her; it was not a corridor train; they were boxed up for three hours or more. She looked at him with softly gleaming eyes; her whole being thrilled toward him; she had never been so fascinating.
"You are quiet. What are you thinking about?" she said. "Reckoning up your winnings on Tearaway, I suppose."
"My thoughts were far away from there," he said.
"Where were they wandering?"