On the Blue Train
“Dad!”
Mrs. Kettering started violently. Her nerves were not completely under control this morning. Very perfectly dressed in a long mink coat and a little hat of Chinese lacquer red, she had been walking along the crowded platform of Victoria deep in thought, and her father’s sudden appearance and hearty greeting had an unlooked-for effect upon her.
“Why, Ruth, how you jumped!”
“I didn’t expect to see you, I suppose, Dad. You said goodbye to me last night and said you had a conference this morning.”
“So I have,” said Van Aldin, “but you are more to me than any number of darned conferences. I came to take a last look at you, since I am not going to see you for some time.”
“That is very sweet of you, Dad. I wish you were coming too.”
“What would you say if I did?”
The remark was merely a joking one. He was surprised to see the quick colour of flame in Ruth’s cheeks. For a moment he almost thought he saw dismay flash out of her eyes. She laughed uncertainly and nervously.
“Just for a moment I really thought you meant it,” she said.
“Would you have been pleased?”
“Of course.” She spoke with exaggerated emphasis.