The stranger smiled and shook his head.
“We shall be very glad if you will come in and share ours. It is ready now,” said Dolly, simply.
“Thanks very much. I am particularly grateful, but I’m afraid I can’t wait.”
“Have some cider; I can recommend it,” said Lucian, hospitably.
“Or a glass of milk,” suggested Dolly, maternally careful of his health.
“You are very good,” said the stranger. “I am rather thirsty.”
“You’ll have some cider, then?”
“No, no cider, thanks. But I should very much like the milk.”
Dolly went away to fetch it, and the stranger’s eyes followed her with involuntary admiration.
“What a confounded nuisance these Wemborne trains are!” said Lucian, who knew the time-table considerably better than the porters at the station. “They leave you two minutes to catch your connection, and then make the main-line train half an hour late!”