"So!" she exclaimed, drawing a long breath when he had ended. "So!
THIS is why you chose that five o'clock train and sent Selina
back. You thought to--"

He laughed as if echoing delight from her; he patted her
enthusiastically on the knee. "You've guessed it! Go up head! I
didn't want you to have time to say and do foolish things."

She bit her lip till the blood came. Ringing in her ears and
defying her efforts to silence them were those words of his about
the cake and the frosting--"the cake, maybe with, maybe without
frosting; BUT NOT THE FROSTING WITHOUT THE CAKE!" She started to
speak; but it was no interruption from him that checked her, for
he sat silent, looking at her with all his fiery strength of soul
in his magnetic eyes. Again she started to speak; and a third
time; and each time checked herself. This impossible man, this
creator of impossible situations! She did not know how to begin,
or how to go on after she should have begun. She felt that even if
she had known what to say she would probably lack the courage to
say it--that final-test courage which only the trained in self-
reliance have. The door opened. A station attendant came in out of
the frosty night and shouted:

"Chicago Express! Express for--Buffalo! Chicago! Minneapolis! St.
Paul!--the Northwest!--the Far West! All--a--BOARD!"

Craig seized the handbags. "Come on, my dear!" he cried, getting
into rapid motion.