That's all.' They were at the pier.

Half-an-hour later they were in the train together, and there was no one else in the carriage.

Miss More and little Ida had disappeared directly after landing, but Margaret had seen Mr.Van Torp get into a carriage on the window of which was pasted the label of the rich and great: 'Reserved.' She could have had the same privilege if she had chosen to ask for it or pay for it, but it irritated her that he should treat himself like a superior being.
Everything he did either irritated her or frightened her, and she found herself constantly thinking of him and wishing that he would get out at the first station.

Griggs was silent too, and Margaret thought he really might have taken some trouble to amuse her.
She had Lushington's book on her knee, for she had found it less interesting than she had expected, and was rather ashamed of not having finished it before meeting him, since it had been given to her.
She thought he might come down as far as Rugby to meet her, and she was quite willing that he should find her with it in her hand.

A literary man is always supposed to be flattered at finding a friend reading his last production, as if he did not know that the friend has probably grabbed the volume with undignified haste the instant he was on the horizon, with the intention of being discovered deep in it.