The last two days of the voyage Bartley found almost intolerable.

The stop at Queenstown, the tedious passage up the Mersey, were things that he noted dimly through his growing impatience.

He had planned to stop in Liverpool; but, instead, he took the boat train for London.
Emerging at Euston at half-past three o'clock in the afternoon, Alexander had his luggage sent to the Savoy and drove at once to Bedford Square.

When Marie met him at the door, even her strong sense of the proprieties could not restrain her surprise and delight.

She blushed and smiled and fumbled his card in her confusion before she ran upstairs.
Alexander paced up and down the hallway, buttoning and unbuttoning his overcoat, until she returned and took him up to Hilda's living-room.