Mrs.Buckle, the landlady, came to the door to meet her.
The Swancourts were well known here.

The transition from equestrian to the ordinary guise of railway travellers had been more than once performed by father and daughter in this establishment.
In less than a quarter of an hour Elfride emerged from the door in her walking dress, and went to the railway.

She had not told Mrs.Buckle anything as to her intentions, and was supposed to have gone out shopping.
An hour and forty minutes later, and she was in Stephen's arms at the Plymouth station.

Not upon the platform--in the secret retreat of a deserted waiting-room.
Stephen's face boded ill.

He was pale and despondent.
'What is the matter ?' she asked.
'We cannot be married here to-day, my Elfie! I ought to have known it and stayed here.