She would come by the nine o'clock morning train, so as to be in ample time for dinner; and it would be so much easier for every one, if they could get the meeting over, the whole family together, rather than have the ordeal of private presentations.
And Francis Markrute had agreed, while Lord Tancred had chafed.
"I _shall_ meet her at the station, whatever you say, Francis!" he had exclaimed.

"I am longing to see her." And as the train drew up at Victoria, Zara caught sight of him there on the platform, and in spite of her dislike and resentment she could not help seeing that her fiance was a wonderfully good-looking man.
She herself appeared to him as the loveliest thing he had ever seen in his life, with her perfect Paris clothes, and air of distinction.

If he had thought her attractive before he felt ecstatic in his admiration now.
Francis Markrute hurried up the platform and Tristram frowned, but the financier knew it might not be safe to leave them to a tete-a-tete drive to the house! Zara's temper might not brook it, and he had rushed back from the city, though he hated rushing, in order to be on the spot to make a third.
"Welcome, my niece!" he said, before Lord Tancred could speak.

"You see, we have both come to greet you." She thanked them politely, and turned to give an order to her new French maid--and some of the expectant, boyish joy died out of Tristram's face, as he walked beside her to the waiting motor.
They said the usual things about the crossing--it had been smooth and pleasant--so fortunate for that time of the year--and she had stayed on deck and enjoyed it.

Yes, Paris had been charming; it was always a delightful spot to find oneself in.
Then Tristram said he was glad she thought that, because, if she would consent, he would arrange to go there for the honeymoon directly after the wedding.