CHAPTER XXVI.
It was only a few days later that Edith arrived with her children.
Roger met her at the train at eight o'clock in the evening.

The fast mountain express of the summer had been taken off some time before, so Edith had had to be up at dawn and to change cars several times on the trip.

"She'll be worn out," he thought as he waited.

The train was late.

As he walked about the new station, that monstrous sparkling hive of travel with its huge halls and passageways, its little village of shops underground and its bewildering levels for trains, he remembered the interest Bruce had shown in watching this immense puzzle worked out, the day and night labor year after year without the stopping of a train, this mighty symbol of the times, of all the glorious power and speed in an age that had been as the breath to his nostrils.