The next instant he seized his new satchel, swept his brand new toilet articles into it, snapped it, picked up hat and cane, and dashed down stairs to the desk.
Here he paid his bill, ran out, and leaped into a waiting victoria.
"Where did that other cab drive?" he demanded breathlessly to his negro coachman. "Didn't you hear what the young lady said to her driver?"
"Yaas, suh. De young lady done say she's in a pow'ful hurry, suh. She 'low she gotta git to Ormond."
"Ormond! There's no train!"
"Milk-train, suh."
"What! Is she going to Ormond on a milk-train?"[224]
"Yaas, suh."
"All right, then. Drive me to the station."
It was not very far. She was standing alone on the deserted platform, her bag at her feet, his overcoat lying across it. Her head was bent, and she did not notice him at first. Never had he seen a youthful figure so exquisitely eloquent of despair.