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Updated: September 17, 2025
Anne Courtenay in Car 7 was philosophically preparing for bed, absolutely confident that the Englishman she had loved for years was not going to fail her. Windomshire, alas, came to grief in his useless pursuit. He fell off the end of the platform and rolled in the mud, half stunned.
Before she reached the bottom he lifted her from the ladder in his strong arms and held her close for a moment. "Take the ladder down, dearest," she whispered between kisses. "I don't want mother to know I left that way not just yet, nor Mr. Windomshire, either." "Come this way," he whispered, after replacing the ladder. "I left the car just around the corner.
I've no doubt you and Miss Thursdale would not in the least mind being left to the last," with a sly smile. "Oh er ah, by Jove!" gasped Windomshire, with a glance at the still faces of the young women. He saw no relief there. "Blamed cat!" muttered Dauntless, gritting his teeth. "Mr. Dauntless, will you and Miss Courtenay come with us in this boat? I want some one to keep the snakes away; Mr.
Your cousin WILL meet us with the carriage, won't he?" she concluded piteously. Windomshire also had taken the bull by the horns and was helping Miss Courtenay from the train with an assiduity that brought down the wrath of obstructing passengers upon his devoted head. "He said he would," replied Dauntless, his spirits in the clouds. "We must get away from these people, Nell.
Derby will be on the train with us. He's a full-fledged preacher now, and he'll marry us without a whimper." "Oh," she sighed deliciously, in spite of the jarring of the motor, "isn't it nice to have old college chums who can be depended upon?" "Poor old Windomshire," he laughed in the buoyancy of conquest. "I don't think he'll " She stopped. "What?" "Care very much," she concluded.
"You'll be Lady Windomshire some day, my word for it if the other chaps manage to die, God bless 'em. I say, here's the train. Good- night, dear, up you go! I'll go up ahead. Don't forget! The wedding's at noon to-morrow." The long, shadowy train came to a stop. He elbowed the porter aside and helped her up the steps.
"They are going to row us across the river," volunteered Eleanor, helplessly. "Good-morning, Mr. Windomshire," called Mrs. Van Truder. Windomshire started and got very red in the face. Miss Courtenay's bow went unnoticed by the old lady. In sheer despair, the Englishman turned to Dauntless, a fellow-sufferer. "I say, old man," he began nervously, "I'd like to ask a favour of you."
Coming forth from behind Dauntless, she presented herself before the man her mother had chosen. "So you have found me out, Mr. Windomshire," she said pleadingly, a wry little smile on her lips. "You know all about it?" "I er by Jove, this is quite beyond me. Found you out? My word, you don't mean to say " "I say, old man," said Dauntless, manfully, "let me explain. We've always loved each other.
"How annoying!" Dauntless had just said to Anne, in a fit of disgust: "Windomshire's got a lot of nerve. That was my engine, you know. I hired it." Windomshire went on to say, careful that Joe was quite out of hearing: "Mr. Dauntless was quite annoying. He got into my engine without an invitation, and I'm hanged if he'd take a hint, even after I hired a stoker to throw a spadeful of coal over him.
Windomshire glared, and then managed to give a provisional acceptance. It all depended on the hour for leaving for the train. As he hurried off to find Anne he was groaning to himself: "How the deuce can I go to a dinner and run off again with Anne? I've got everything arranged. I can't let a beastly dinner interfere. I won't go, hang me if I do."
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