ELISABETH INTERVENES As Sara stepped out of the train at Paddington, the first person upon whom her eyes alighted was Tim Durward.

He hastened up to her.
"Tim!" she exclaimed delightedly.

"How dear of you to come and meet me!" "Didn't you expect I should ?" He was holding her hand and joyfully pump-handling it up and down as though he would never let it go, while the glad light in his eyes would indubitably have betrayed him to any passer-by who had chanced to glance in his direction.
Sara coloured faintly and withdrew her hands from his eager clasp.
"Oh, well, you might conceivably have had something else to do," she returned evasively.
For an instant the blue eyes clouded.
"I never had anything to do," he said shortly.

"You know that." She laughed up at him.
"Now, Tim, I won't be growled at the first minute of my arrival.

You can pour out your grumbles another day.