I suppose mother is really fond of me, though she does find fault with me continually, and is always praising Sara.' Jill went on talking in this way for some time, and then we went upstairs together.
I was rather provoked to find Mr.Tudor at the station the next morning.
I suppose my steady look abashed him, for he muttered something about Smith's bookstall, as though I should be deceived by such a flimsy excuse.

After all, Mr.Tudor was not better than other young men; in spite of Jill's praises, he was capable of this mild subterfuge to get his own way.
Jill was so honestly and childishly pleased to see him that I ought to have been disarmed.

She went off with him to the bookstall, while I looked after her luggage, and they stood there chattering and laughing until I joined them, and then Mr.Tudor grew suddenly quiet.
As the train came up, I heard him ask Jill how long they were to stay at Hastings, and if they would be at Hyde Park Gate before Easter.
'I shall be up in town then,' he remarked carelessly, 'to see some of my people.' 'Oh yes, and you must come and see us,' she returned cheerfully.
'Good-bye, Mr.Tudor.I am so sorry to leave Heathfield.' But, after all, Jill's last look was for me: as she leaned out of the carriage, waving her hand, she did not even glance at the young man who was standing silent and gloomy beside me.

I felt rather sorry for the poor boy, as he turned away quite sadly.
'I must go down to the schools: good-bye, Miss Garston,' he said hurriedly.

One would have thought he had to make up for lost time, as he strode through the station and up the long road.