He had wired to Gladys Leighton; Gladys would be there at the station
to meet her. She wondered what she would say to her.
She thought of the uncle who had journeyed to London with such
reluctance to give her away; he would tell her that it served her
right, she was sure. Even on her wedding day he had trotted out the
old maxim of marrying in haste.
Christine smiled faintly as she thought of him; after all, she need not
see much of him--he did not live near Upton House. When the restaurant
attendant came to tell her that lunch was ready, she followed him
obediently. Jimmy had tipped him half-a-crown to make sure that
Christine went to the dining-car. She even enjoyed her meal. A man
sitting at the same table with her looked at her curiously from time to
time; he was rather a good-looking man. Once when she dropped her
gloves he stooped and picked them up for her; later on he pulled up the
window because he saw her shiver a little. "These trains are well
warmed as a rule," he said.
Christine looked at him timidly.
She liked his face; something about his eyes made her think of Jimmy.
"Are you travelling far?" he asked presently.
She told him--only to Osterway.
He smiled suddenly.
"I am going there, too. Do you happen to know a place called Upton
House?"
Christine flushed.
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