He then turned to a telegraph office, intending to send a message to his father, but on second thoughts abandoned that idea also, considering that Mr.Leigh already expected him, and that further warning could do no good and might do harm.
He spent the day, he scarcely knew how.

He dined somewhere, and read the newspapers.

He found himself out in the middle of reading with the greatest appearance of interest an article copied from the _Times_ which he had read in England weeks before.

He looked perpetually at his watch, and when, at last, he found that his train would be due in half an hour, he started up in the greatest haste, and drove to the station as if he had not a moment to spare.
What a Babel the car seemed when he did get into it! There were numbers of women and children, not a few babies.

It was bitterly cold, and everybody was anxious to settle themselves at once for the night.
Everybody was talking, sitting down, and getting up again, turning the seats backwards and forwards to suit their parties, or their fancies, soothing the shivering, crying children, or discussing the probability of being impeded by the snow.