"Ah! here it is! 'Masterman and party,'" said Bundy.
"They should be here by this time, shouldn't they?" said Mrs. Bundy.
"No, there's plenty of time—nearly half an hour."
They stood beside the train, talking in eager tones.
"You ordered flowers for their cabin, didn't you?"
"Yes; and I've done something else. I've got a suite of rooms for them. But they won't know that till they get aboard."
"Ah! I'm glad of that! I suppose it's the last thing we can do for them."
"Pray don't be melancholy," said Bundy, with an attempt at cheerfulness. "They're going to be very happy. Let us see them off with smiles."
"Ah! it's very well to talk. But these partings make me miserable. I couldn't have loved Arthur more if he'd been my own son. But he won't want me any more now. He'll have Elizabeth."
"Well, aren't you glad of it?"