The sight of holiday-making school-children, who, in their ribboned hats and white pinafores, were having tea not far away, suggested to Louise that she also would like such refreshment.
Doubtless it might be procured at the inn yonder, near the racecourse, and thither she began to move.

Her thoughts were more at rest; she had made her plan for the evening; all that had to be done was to kill time for another hour or so.

Walking lightly over the turf, she noticed the chalk marks significant of golf, and wondered how the game was played.

Without difficulty she obtained her cup of tea, loitered over it as long as possible, strayed yet awhile about the Downs, and towards half-past six made for the railway station.
She travelled no further than Sutton, and there lingered in the waiting room till the arrival of a certain train from London Bridge.
As the train came in she took up a position near the exit.

Among the people who had alighted, her eye soon perceived Clarence Mumford.
She stepped up to him and drew his attention.
'Oh! have you come by the same train ?' he asked, shaking hands with her.
'No.