"Leave the boxes in the bar, driver—there, that will do. Many of them, eh? Rather. Here's for yourself. Why, bless my soul, who's this? What, Hugh!"
Hugh Ritson walked into the room calm and smiling, and held out his hand to Greta and then to his brother.
"I came up to meet your train," he said, in answer to the look of inquiry.
"Well, that was good of you. Of course, you know of the accident. How did you find us here?"
"I heard at the station that a lady and gentleman had gone to the Hawk and Heron."
"And you followed? Well, Hugh, I must say that was brotherly of you, after all. Wasn't it, Greta?"
"Yes, dear," said Greta, faintly, her voice trembling.
Paul observed her agitation.
"My poor girl, you are upset. I don't wonder at it. You must get off for the night. Hugh, you must excuse her. It was a terrible scene, you know. Our new life begins with a great shock to you, Greta. Never mind; that only means that the bright days are before us."
Paul stepped to the door again, and called to Mrs. Drayton.