Chapter 18

She commanded, scolded, implored. It was useless. At last the guard prepared to wave his flag. Robert stood stolidly on the platform. Gillian was in despair. Her afternoon’s fun was to be snatched from her. Suddenly she was lonely. She leaned out. ‘Oh, please, sir!’ she cried to the guard. ‘Could you and porter give my ’usband a leg up, for he’s all of a kim-kam with the rheumatics?’ Before Robert could collect his wits he was hoisted into the carriage by four kind, brawny arms and received by Gillian. The flag wav…