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9. HALF-PAST EIGHT TO ELEVEN P.M.
9. HALF-PAST EIGHT TO ELEVEN P.M.In the meantime, Springrove was pacing up and down the arrival platform of the railway-station. Half-past eight o'clock—the time at which Owen's train was due—had come, and passed, but no train appeared. 'When will the eight-thirty train be in?' he asked of a man who was sweeping the mud from the steps. 'She is not expected yet this hour.' 'How is that?' 'Christmas-time, you see, 'tis always so. People are running about to see their friends. The trains have been like it ever since Christmas Eve, and will be for another week yet.' Edward again went on walking and waiting under the draughty roof. He found it utterly impossible to leave the spot. His mind was so intent upon the importance of meeting with Owen, and informing him of Cytherea's wher
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