She had accepted it from him with perfect naturalness and without even saying "Thank you!" With a queer little laugh, she pushed open the swinging doors and made her way into the waiting-room.
In hardly more than a quarter of an hour she emerged, to find Tavernake waiting for her.

He had retied his tie, bought a fresh collar, had been shaved.

She, too, had improved her appearance.
"Breakfast is waiting this way," he announced.
She followed him obediently and they sat down at a small table in the station refreshment-room.
"Mr.Tavernake," she asked, suddenly, "I must ask you something.

Has anything like this ever happened to you before ?" "Nothing," he assured her, with some emphasis.
"You seem to take everything so much as a matter of course," she protested.
"Why not ?" "Oh, I don't know," she replied, a little feebly.

"Only--" She found relief in a sudden and perfectly natural laugh.
"Come," he said, "that is better.