Harry Luttrell.
"I have reserved a compartment.

I suspected that things were not going to turn out well.

I thought the long journey to London alone would be terrible.

If things had turned out right, you would not have seen me." She had let him place her in a carriage, look after her wants as if she had been a child, hold her in his arms, tend her with the magnificent sympathy of his silence.

That had been the real beginning.