I thought I heard a heavy sigh, but it was somewhat lost in the trundling of the porters' trucks.
"Then," said Arthur Page, for I had not been deceived, "it is as I supposed."
"What did you suppose, old chap?" asked Dicky in a joyous and expansive tone.
"You do not go alone?"
The bitterness of this was not a thing that could be communicated to paper and ink.
"Why, no," said Dicky, "the fact is——"
I saw the wave—it was characteristic—with which Mr. Page stopped him. "I have been made acquainted with the facts," he said. "Do not dwell upon them. I do not, cannot, blame you, if you have really won her heart."
"So far as I know," said Dicky, with some hauteur, "there's nothing in it to give you the hump."
"Why waste time in idle words?" replied Arthur. "You will lose your train. I could never forgive myself if I were the cause of that."
"You won't be," said Dicky sententiously, looking at his watch.