Mr. Glover put on his hat with a bang, and with a curt nod followed Miss Gething to the door and departed.
“I think he’ll catch the train all right,” said the skipper, as Miss Gething watched his feverish haste from the window.
“I hope so,” said she.
“I’m sorry your mother wasn’t in,” said the skipper, breaking a long pause.
“Yes, it has been dull for you, I’m afraid,” said the girl.
The skipper sighed wearily and wondered whether Mr. Glover was such an adept at silly remarks as he appeared to be.
“Has he got far to go?” he inquired, referring to Mr. Glover.
“London,” said Annis briefly.
She stood at the window for some time, gazing up the road with what appeared to be an expression of anxious solicitude.
“Well, I suppose I must be going,” said the skipper, who thought he ought not to stay any longer.