Then they were in the station, and a glare of light received them.
A crowd of unfamiliar faces swam before her eyes, and then--she saw him.

He stood on the platform awaiting her, distinct from all the rest to her eager gaze--a man of medium height, broader than she remembered, with a keen, bronzed face and eagle eyes that caught and held her own.
She sprang form the train almost before it shopped.

She held out both her hands to him.
"Guy! Guy!" Her voice came sobbingly.

He gripped the hands hard and close.
"So you've got here!" he said.
She was staring at him, her face upraised.

What was there about him that did not somehow tally with the Guy of her memory and her dreams?
He was older, of course; he was more mature, bigger in every way.