The guard came down the platform––
“Take your seats––take your seats....”
A girl and a man pushed past him. The girl was staring eagerly in at all the windows as she passed. When she saw Micky she gave a little cry of relief.
“Here he is––Micky! Micky!”
Micky started to his feet.
“June!” he said. For a moment he thought something must have happened––something was wrong––Esther!... 301 her name was trembling on his lips, but June rushed on impetuously before he had time to speak it.
“We thought we’d come and see you off––George told me you were going, and I guessed you’d be on this train.... I’m so glad we found you––it’s rotten seeing oneself off, isn’t it?...”
Rochester came up laughing and red in the face; he took off his hat and mopped his hot forehead.
“I can’t keep pace with her, she’s like a whirlwind,” he said whimsically. “She raced me off here before I could say a word.”
“It’s kind of you to come,” Micky said.