I heard the engineer
say: "I've got a man here, he'll take your luggage down. Have you the
ticket?" But I made no sign of greeting. I turned away.
And afterwards I triumphed over him in my miserable soul, thinking how
annoyed she would be with him for his want of tact. He brought up with him
a man who had been in her employ when she had a home; but that man had
some delicacy of feeling, he turned away, pretending not to know her! Lord
knows what the woman found to run after in this tight-waisted youth with
the heavy contours behind.
There are fewer people on the platform now; the little toy waggons are
rolled away and shunted about to build another train; at last we are left
with the whole place to ourselves. Fruen and the engineer stand talking.
What has she come for? Heaven knows! Young Lovelace, perhaps, has had a
spasm of longing and wants her again. Or is she come of her own accord to
tell him what has happened, and ask his advice? Like as not the end of it
will be they fix things up and get married some day.
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