Drake wheeled about again.

Conway's head was stretched out of the window; and he was gazing towards the bookstall.
Drake was in no doubt as to who the woman was, and he felt his heart turn to stone.

He walked quickly back until he reached Conway's compartment.
It was empty save for him, but there was a reserved label in the window.
'Holloa!' said Conway, awkwardly enough.

'Are you going by this train?
You had better find a seat if you are.' 'But I'm not,' said Drake; 'I thought of going, but I have changed my mind.' He leaned against the door of the carriage chatting incessantly to Conway, with an eye upon the waiting-room.

Once he saw the woman appear at the door, but she retired again.