She learned from the conductor that Magdalena was only two stations on.

And she was full of conjectures as to who would meet them, what would happen.

So Helen was drawn back to sober realities, in which there was considerable zest.
Assuredly she did not know what was going to happen.

Twice Riggs passed up and down the aisle, his dark face and light eyes and sardonic smile deliberately forced upon her sight.

But again Helen fought a growing dread with contemptuous scorn.