Tom the Porter and the old
Scotch inspector were in luck that night, and they knew it. When at
last it was time for Ideala to go, and in return for her thanks for his
kind hospitality, and the contents of her purse, which had rather more
in it than she had fancied, the inspector expressed his appreciation
with an earnest smack.
"Well," he said, "you're rare good company. I shan't mind when you come
along this way again."
The train was late in arriving, and she had only time to rush up to the
house, change her dress, and return to the station to catch the one by
which she had asked Lorrimer to meet her. Perhaps it was the thought of
what she had come to tell him that made her heart beat nervously as the
train drew up at her destination, and she leant forward to look for him
among the people on the platform. She looked in vain--he was not there.
Something, of course, had happened to detain him; doubtless he had sent
a message to explain. She waited a little, but nobody appeared to be
looking for her. Then she left the station and walked in the direction
of the Hospital, thinking he had missed the train, and she should
probably meet him on the way.
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