I shouldn't think the mother'll rear it." They stepped out on to the line.

The drizzle descended on Lady Merton's bare head and grey travelling dress.
"You ought to have an umbrella," said the Canadian, looking at her in some embarrassment.

And he ran back to the car for one.

Then, while she carried the milk carefully in both hands, he held the umbrella over her, and they passed through the groups of passengers who were strolling disconsolately up and down the line in spite of the wet, or exchanging lamentations with others from two more stranded trains, one drawn up alongside, the other behind.
Many glances were levelled at the slight Englishwoman, with the delicately pale face, and at the man escorting her.

Elizabeth meanwhile was putting questions.