By the time this was done, Mrs.March and Miss Triscoe had so far detached themselves from each other that they could separate after one more formal expression of regret and forgiveness.

With a lament into which she poured a world of inarticulate emotions, Mrs.March wrenched herself from the place, and suffered herself, to be pushed toward her train.

But with the last long look which she cast over her shoulder, before she vanished into the waiting-room, she saw Miss Triscoe and Burnamy transacting the elaborate politenesses of amiable strangers with regard to the very small bag which the girl had in her hand.

He succeeded in relieving her of it; and then he led the way out of the station on the left of the general, while Miss Triscoe brought up the rear.
LXIII.
From the window of the train as it drew out Mrs.March tried for a glimpse of the omnibus in which her proteges were now rolling away together.

As they were quite out of sight in the omnibus, which was itself out of sight, she failed, but as she fell back against her seat she treated the recent incident with a complexity and simultaneity of which no report can give an idea.