Nan jumped out and made enquiry of a porter, only to learn that her suspicions were true.

There was no later train to Abbencombe that day! Rather shaken by the misadventures of the journey, she felt as though she could have screamed at the placidly good-natured porter: "But there must be! There _must_ be another train!" Instead, she turned hopelessly away from him, and found herself face to face with Peter Mallory.
"In trouble again ?" he asked, catching sight of her face.
She was surprised into another question, instead of a reply.
"Did you come down by this train, then, too ?" she asked.
"Yes.

I travelled smoker, though." "So did I.

At least"-- smiling--"I converted my innocent compartment into a temporary smoker." But she was pleased, nevertheless, that neither their unconventional introduction, nor the fact that he had rendered her a service, had tempted him into assuming he might travel with her.

It showed a rarely sensitive perception.
"I suppose you've missed your connection ?" he pursued.
"Yes.