Oranges and Lemons by Mary C.E. Wemyss — Read

_The best man on the train may be the / guard in the van-make friends with him._

It was not so easy for Miles to hide himself at Euston Station as Mrs. Sloane had seemed to imagine. He was one of those who show in a crowd, being bigger than most, and, according to his mother, handsomer. And he was a little reckless until he had seen the object of his search. Once he had seen Diana walk down the platform with her chin in the air, as was her habit, approved by her uncle, who thought she walked as a woman should walk, and as few did, he was more cautious, and dodged behind mountains of luggage, but never losing sight of the figure in blue tweed. She wore her hat well pulled down over her eyes, and he was glad. Once his he would want the whole world to see her, but till then he would have all men blind to her beauty. He bet himself five shillings she would buy "Blackwood" at the bookstall, and she bought it. Feeling himself the richer of five shillings-he held himself justified in giving it to the porter who was looking after her luggage: then he committed her to the care of the guard, and he asked nothing of the guard he was not ready to pay for. At the last moment he took possession of his sleeping-compartment within a few doors of Diana's. Then he committed her into God's safe keeping for the night-the guard on the train and God in Heaven; she must be safe. To the guard he had offered money-to God he offered the rest of his life if He would only give him Diana, to take care of-forever. Was it irreverent? Far from it, never in his life had he felt more humbly reverent.