"You'll find there's been nothing bloody about
all this. The delay is vexatious, but only temporary, I'm sure."
"I'll marry Joe Dauntless now if it has to be delayed a hundred
years," she cried, her eyes flashing.
During the next half-hour poor Derby ran errands, carried messages and
complaints to every one of the train men, finally administering
smelling salts when it occurred to Eleanor that Joe might have fallen
off the train during the night.
In the meantime Anne Courtenay was having a sad half-hour of it. She
had no one to turn to, no one to think it all out for her; she was
alone and in great despair. The porter had failed to find the tall
Englishman; the conductor had been equally unsuccessful; she herself
had searched in vain. His trunks and hers were in the baggage car, she
found, but there was no sign of the man himself. She was a self-
reliant, sensible young woman, accustomed to the rigours of the world,
but this was quite too overwhelming. The presence on the train of the
girl that she had, to all intents and purposes, cruelly deceived, did
not add to her comfort. As a matter of fact, she was quite fond of
Eleanor; they were warm friends despite the vagaries of love.
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