"Girls like that only visit Binchester, and then take the first train back, never to return." The girl turned at that moment and, encountering the forehead and eyes, gazed at them until they sank slowly behind the protection of the blind.
"She's coming here," said Mr.Tredgold, watching through the wire.
"Wants to see our time-table, I expect." He sat down at the table again, and taking up his pen took some papers from a pigeon-hole and eyed them with severe thoughtfulness.
"A lady to see you, sir," said a clerk, opening the door.
Mr.Tredgold rose and placed a chair.
"I have called for the key of the cottage in Dialstone Lane," said the girl, still standing.

"My uncle, Captain Bowers, has not arrived yet, and I am told that you are the landlord." Mr.Tredgold bowed.

"The next train is due at six," he observed, with a glance at the time-table hanging on the wall; "I expect he'll come by that.

He was here on Monday seeing the last of the furniture in.

Are you Miss Drewitt ?" "Yes," said the girl.