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
