CHAPTER XIV.
"Where now ?" said the canon, as they approached the London Bridge station.
"To the Great Western," said she; "Hellingford is on that line, I see.
But, please, now we must part." "Then I may not go with you to Hellingford?
At any rate, you will allow me to go with you to the railway station, and do my last office as courier in getting you your ticket and placing you in the carriage." So they went together to the station, and learnt that no train was leaving for Hellingford for two hours.

There was nothing for it but to go to the hotel close by, and pass away the time as best they could.
Ellinor called for her maid's accounts, and dismissed her.

Some refreshment that the canon had ordered was eaten, and the table cleared.
He began walking up and down the room, his arms folded, his eyes cast down.

Every now and then he looked at the clock on the mantelpiece.

When that showed that it only wanted a quarter of an hour to the time appointed for the train to start, he came up to Ellinor, who sat leaning her head upon her hand, her hand resting on the table.
"Miss Wilkins," he began--and there was something peculiar in his tone which startled Ellinor--"I am sure you will not scruple to apply to me if in any possible way I can help you in this sad trouble of yours ?" "No indeed I won't!" said Ellinor, gratefully, and putting out her hand as a token.