He reined his pony in, and sat staring with a frown at the red-tiled roof of the station building.
"I promised Harry to say nothing," he said; and drawing some makeshift of comfort from the words, repeated them, "I promised faithfully in the Criterion grill-room." The whistle of an engine a long way off sounded clear and shrill.

It roused Lieutenant Sutch from his gloomy meditations.

He saw the white smoke of an approaching train stretch out like a riband in the distance.
"I wonder what brings him," he said doubtfully; and then with an effort at courage, "Well, it's no use shirking." He flicked the pony with his whip and drove briskly down the hill.

He reached the station as the train drew up at the platform.

Only two passengers descended from the train.