And yet, curiously enough, although
the carriages were being rapidly filled, he took no trouble about
securing a seat. After he had gone down the whole length of the train,
he turned, and kept watching the new arrivals as they came through the
distant gate. The time for departure was imminent; but he did not seem
anxious about getting to Brighton. And at last his patience, or his
obstinacy, was rewarded; he saw two figures--away along there--that he
instantly recognized; even at a greater distance he could have told that
one of these was Honnor Cunyngham, for who else in all England walked
like that? The two ladies were unattended by either man or maid; and as
they came along they seemed rather concerned at the crowded condition of
the train. Lionel walked quickly forward to meet them. There was no time
for the expression of surprise on their part--only for the briefest
greeting.
"I must try to get you seats," said he, "but the train appears to be
very full, and the guards are at their wits' end. I say!" he called to a
porter. "Look here; this train is crammed, and the people are pouring in
yet; what are they going to do?"
"There's a relief train, sir," said the porter, indicating a long row of
empty carriages just across the platform.
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