It seems, however, that there was some
talk of interference by relatives--and the disquieting prospect of a
new will.
"If I were you, miss," counselled the porter, "I'd go out and take a
little walk. The sun is up, an' it's fine. The relief train will be
here 'fore long--an' you all will be rowed acrost the river. Don't
worry."
"But I want to go back the way I came," expostulated Anne, feebly. "I
can't go on without--until I know what has happened to--to Mr.
Windomshire." She took his advice, however, and made her way to the
rear platform.
A number of disgruntled passengers were now abroad, and complaining
bitterly of the delay. There was no hope of breakfast until the train
reached Omegon, where a dining car was waiting. She stood on the
platform and looked gloomily back over the long stretch of roadbed.
"Isn't that an engine coming?" some one asked excitedly at her side.
She turned and found Miss Thursdale, attended by a gentleman, to whom
the question was addressed.
"I believe--yes, it is, Miss Thursdale."
"Then--then we'll all be taken back to the city," she said dejectedly.
"I fancy not.
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