After the train had come to a standstill he could hear the rustle of her garments in the next compartment.  Then he heard her sweep into the passage, greet her uncle and aunt, utter a few commands to the maid, and, while he was adjusting his collar and necktie, pass from the car.  No man ever made quicker time in dressing than did Lorry.  She could hardly have believed him ideal had she seen his scowling face or heard the words that hissed through his impatient teeth.

“She’ll get away, and that’ll be the end of it,” he growled, seizing his traps and rushing from the train two minutes after her departure.  The porter attempted to relieve him of his bags on the platform, but he brushed him aside and was off toward the station.

“Nice time for you, to call a man, you idiot,” was his parting shot for the porter, forgetting of course, that the foreigners had been called at the same time.  With eyes intent on the crowd ahead, he plunged along, seeing nobody in his disappointed flight.  “I’ll never forgive myself if I miss her,” he was wailing to himself.  She was not to be seen in the waiting. rooms, so he rushed to the sidewalk.

“Baggage transferred?”

“Cab, sir?”

“Go to the devil—­yes, here!  Take these traps and these checks and rush my stuff to No.—–­, W—–­ Avenue.  Trunks just in on B.& O.,” he cried, tossing his burdens to a transfer man and giving him the checks so quickly that the fellow’s sleepy eyes opened wider than they had been for a month.  Relieved of his impedimenta, he returned to the station.

“Good morning, Mr. Lorry.  Are you in too much of a hurry to see your friends?” cried a clear, musical voice, and he stopped as if shot.  The anxious frown flew from his brow and was succeeded instantaneously by a glad smile.  He wheeled and beheld her, with Aunt Yvonne, standing near the main entrance to the station.  “Why, good morning,” he exclaimed, extending his hand gladly.  To his amazement she drew herself up haughtily and ignored the proffered hand.  Only for a brief second did this strange and uncalled—­for hauteur obtain.  A bright smile swept over her face, and her repentant fingers sought his timidly, even awkwardly.  Something told him that she was not accustomed to handshaking; that same something impelled him to bend low and touch the gloved fingers with his lips.  He straightened, with face flushed, half fearful lest his act had been observed by curious loungers, and he had taken a liberty in a public place which could not be condoned.  But she smiled serenely, approvingly.  There was not the faintest sign of embarrassment or confusion in the lovely face.  Any other girl in the world, he thought, would have jerked her hand away and giggled furiously.  Aunt Yvonne inclined her head slightly, but did not proffer her hand.  He wisely refrained from extending his own.  “I thought you had left the station,” he said.

“We are waiting for Uncle Caspar, who is giving Hedrick instructions.  Hedrick, you know, is to go on to New York with our boxes.  He will have them aboard ship when we arrive there.  All that we have with us is hand luggage.  We leave Washington to-night.”