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She looked at him piteously for a moment, and then smiled at the absurdity of her conjecture. A tousled head came from between the curtains of the upper berth opposite, and a sleepy, hoarse voice demanded: "How long will we be here? What's the latest?" "We're on time, sah," replied the porter, from sheer force of habit. "The devil we are! Say, I've got to be in Omegon by ten o'clock.
Windomshire is not a despised enemy. He's a VERY nice man, Mr. Derby," she interrupted. "Certainly, Miss Thursdale. What I meant to say was, that he was morally sure of preventing the wedding if he could only keep you far enough apart. Now that is probably what he has done. You can't marry Joe in Omegon or anywhere else unless he is there and not in Fenlock." "I see.
Perhaps he will run up to Omegon in a day or two to see me. It's very quiet there, and I'll get a good rest. The hotel is delightful facing the lake. And the bathing's good. Dear me, I'm so sorry about your aunt." Miss Courtenay's eyes actually blinked with perplexity. This was a most staggering bit of news. Eleanor flushed painfully under the gaze of the other; utter rout followed.
Look at the cadaverous individual beside the con Heavens, Nell, isn't that by George, it is! It's old Mrs. Van Truder! Back there about half-way the fat one. See her? Good Lord!" Eleanor turned pale and the joyous light fled from her eyes. "Oh, dear! I forgot that the Van Truders spend all their summers at Omegon. And it is she and he, too. Oh, Joe, it's just awful!"
Keep your veil down until you get into the berth. There's not much danger of any one being up at this time of night, but don't take any chances." "Goodness, isn't it thrilling! And when do we get to Omegon?" "Little after seven in the morning. My cousin will meet us in a hack and drive us straight to the church. His wife will go with us as the extra witness. By eight o'clock we'll be married.
I'll sue this infernal road," snarled the irascible party, snapping the curtains together. It transpired that he was an agent for a medical college, travelling to Omegon on a most unwholesome but edifying mission. He was going up to take possession of the body of a man who had willed his carcass to the school.
A number of disgruntled passengers were now abroad, and complaining bitterly of the delay. There was no hope of breakfast until the train reached Omegon, where a dining car was waiting. She stood on the platform and looked gloomily back over the long stretch of roadbed. "Isn't that an engine coming?" some one asked excitedly at her side.
We'll go on to Omegon and carry out everything just as we planned. If he's running off after another girl, it's time you put an end to him. Don't give him a thought." "Don't you think we'd better talk it over with Mr. Derby? He discreetly disappeared when he saw it was you." "Right! Let's hunt him out. By Jove, we can have him marry us right here, great!"
In the privacy of her drawing-room the bewitching but distressed young woman discussed the situation with the man who had been chosen to perform the clandestine ceremony in the far-away town of Omegon.
"Dear me," sighed Eleanor, turning to be buttoned at the back. "And where is Pride River bridge or where was it, I mean?" "'Bout twenty mile south of Omegon, ma'am miss. The river's a sight highest 'at it's ever been known. It's all over the bottoms. This here train came mighty nigh running into it, too. A boy flagged it just in time, 'bout five o'clock."
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