"Don't you want to see the girl you'll have to play the
love-scene with?"

This about finished me, and I laughed bitterly.

"No," I said, "I'm damned if I do."

When Daphne pressed her point as only Daphne can, I felt really
too timid and bored with the whole affair to argue about it, so I
gave way. Accordingly, at ten minutes past five, I stood moodily
on the platform by my sister's side. The train steamed in, and
the passengers began to alight. Daphne scanned them eagerly.

"I don't see her," she said half to herself.

We were standing half-way down the platform, and I turned and
looked listlessly towards the front of the train. That end of
the platform was empty except for two people. One was a stoker
who had stepped off the foot-plate. The other was Alice. She
was in blue still- a blue coat and skirt, with a fox fur about
her shoulders. A small, blue felt hat was somewhat shading her
eyes, but I could see she was looking at me and smiling. I
forgot all about Miss Tanyon- she simply didn't matter now.

Involuntarily :

"Why. there's the Queen!" I cried, and started towards her.

"Where?" said Daphne.