He had once been stationed at Exeter.

He knew Robert Croyle and the sisters.

He guessed what might happen to me.

Perhaps he knew that it was going to happen." So, when Stella, having pulled down her veil that none might see her face, was stumbling along the platform in search of an empty carriage, a hand was very gently laid upon her and Harry Luttrell was at her side.
He had come all the way from London to befriend her, should she need it.
If he had seen her with her little girl, he would have kept out of sight and himself have returned to London by a later train.
"That was fine," cried Joan.
"Fine, yes!" answered Stella.

"You realise that, Joan, and you have never been in real trouble, or known what men are when kindness interferes with their comfort.