"You can hear the car, you know, and the train is often late." For a few minutes Mrs.Cartwright did not move, and then she started and fixed her eyes on the door.

She heard an engine throb, there was a noise in the porch, and a cold wind blew into the room.

Then the door opened and Cartwright entered, shaking the damp from his fur coat.

He turned, beckoning somebody behind, and Barbara came out from the arch.

Her face was flushed, her eyes were hard, and she stopped irresolutely.