'I--I don't understand.

Mr.Bellston ?' she faintly replied.
'Yes, ma'am.

A gentleman--a stranger to me--gave me these things at Casterbridge station to bring on here, and told me to say that Mr.
Bellston had arrived there, and is detained for half-an-hour, but will be here in the course of the evening.' She sank into a chair.

The porter put a small battered portmanteau on the floor, the coat on a chair, and looking into the room at the spread table said, 'If you are disappointed, ma'am, that your husband (as I s'pose he is) is not come, I can assure you he'll soon be here.

He's stopped to get a shave, to my thinking, seeing he wanted it.