"No, I am not tired, thank you," Evadne answered.
Then she set her lips once more, leant back, and looked out of the carriage window at the street all sloppy with mud, and the poor people seeming so miserable in the rain which had been falling steadily for the last hour.
"Poor weary creatures!" she thought. "We have so much, and they so little!" But she did not speak again till the carriage pulled up at the station, when she leant forward with anxious eyes, and said something confusedly about the crowd.
Major Colquhoun thought she was afraid of being stared at. He took out his watch.
"You will only have to cross the platform to the carriage," he said, "and the train ought to be up by this time. But if you don't mind being left alone a moment, I'll just go myself and see if it is, and where they are going to put us, and then I can take you there straight, and you won't feel the crowd at all."
He was not gone many minutes, but when he returned the carriage was empty.
"Where is Mrs. Colquhoun?" he said.
"She followed you, sir," the coachman answered, touching his hat.
"Confound—" He pulled himself up. "She'll be back in a moment, I suppose," he muttered.
"Dover express! Take your seats!" bawled a porter. "Are you for the Dover express?"