He was young, and the fact that she had seen him supporting the lurching Grenfell at the station troubled him.
He had smoked his pipe out twice when he heard the vestibule door click, and he started when he looked up, for Ida Stirling stood beside him.

Her light dress fluttered about her, and she stood with one hand resting on the rail.

There was no doubt that she recognized him, and when he rose and took off his shapeless hat she looked at him steadily for a moment or two.

He wondered whether he were right in his surmises as to why she did this; and, though his forehead grew a trifle hot, he decided that he could not blame her.

Appearances had certainly been against him.
"I am going to join Mrs.Kinnaird.She is in the car behind the sleeper, and that is farther along;" she said.
Weston moved so that she might step across to the adjoining car; but she did not seem to notice this, and leaned on the rail close beside him.
"The train is very hot with the lamps lighted," she said.
Weston understood this to mean that she was disposed to stay where she was and talk to him awhile, which suggested that she was to some extent reassured about his condition.
"Yes," he returned, "it is.