is daughter."

She turned to Gurwood, but that youth did not hear her remark, having
been forced from her side by a noiseless luggage truck on India-rubber
wheels. Turning, then, towards the captain she found that he and his
daughter had hastily run to recapture a small valise which was being
borne off to the luggage van instead of going into the carriage along
with them. At the same moment the guard intervened, and the captain and
his daughter were lost in the crowd.

But Edwin Gurwood, although he did not hear who they were, had obtained
a glance of the couple before they disappeared, and that glance, brief
though it was, had taken deadly effect! He had been shot straight to
the heart. Love at first sight and at railway speed, is but a feeble
way of expressing what had occurred. Poor Edwin Gurwood, up to this
momentous day woman-proof, felt, on beholding Emma, as if the combined
powers of locomotive force and electric telegraphy had smitten him to
the heart's core, and for one moment he stood rooted to the earth, or--
to speak more appropriately--nailed to the platform. Recovering in a
moment he made a dash into the crowd and spent the three remaining
minutes in a wild search for the lost one!

It was a market-day, and the platform of Clatterby station was densely
crowded. Sam Natly the porter and his colleagues in office were
besieged by all sorts of persons with all sorts of questions, and it
said much for the tempers of these harassed men, that, in the midst of
their laborious duties, they consented to be stopped with heavy weights
on their shoulders, and, while perspiration streamed down their faces,
answered with perfect civility questions of the most ridiculous and
unanswerable description.

"Where's my wife?" frantically cried an elderly gentleman, seizing Sam
by the jacket.

"I don't know, sir," replied Sam with a benignant smile.

"There she is," shouted the elderly gentleman, rushing past and nearly
overturning Sam.

"What a bo-ar it must be to the poatas to b' wearied so by stoopid
people," observed a tall, stout, superlative fop with sleepy eyes and
long whiskers to another fop in large-check trousers.

"Ya-as," assented the checked trousers.

"Take your seats, gentlemen," said a magnificent guard, over six feet
high, with a bushy beard.

"O-ah!" said the dandies, getting into their compartment.

Meanwhile, Edwin Gurwood had discovered Emma. He saw her enter a
first-class carriage. H