CHAPTER XXI
HOME!
Then a furtive payment of witnesses, and Lewisham was beside her. His face was radiant. A steady current of workers going home to their half-holiday rest poured along the street. On the steps before them lay a few grains of rice from some more public nuptials.
A critical little girl eyed our couple curiously and made some remark to her ragamuffin friend.
"Not them," said the ragamuffin friend. "They've only been askin' questions."
The ragamuffin friend was no judge of faces.
They walked back through the thronged streets to Vauxhall station, saying little to one another, and there Lewisham, assuming as indifferent a manner as he could command, recovered their possessions from the booking-office by means of two separate tickets and put them aboard a four-wheeler. His luggage went outside, but the little brown portmanteau containing Ethel's trousseau was small enough to go on the seat in front of them.
