THE COMING OF JANE At sixteen-forty-five the Waring-Gaunt car was standing at the Melville Station awaiting the arrival of the train which was to bring Jane and her father, but no train was in sight.

Larry, after inquiry at the wicket, announced that she was an hour late.

How much more the agent, after the exasperating habit of railroad officials, could not say, nor could he assign any reason for the delay.
"Let me talk to him," said Nora impatiently.

"I know Mr.Field." Apparently the official reserve in which Mr.Field had wrapped himself was not proof against the smile which Nora flung at him through the wicket.
"We really cannot say how late she will be, Miss Nora.

I may tell you, but we are not saying anything about it, that there has been an accident." "An accident!" exclaimed Nora.