"Perhaps
God, one day, will find me there."
He rose and lit the gas, and a letter on the mantelpiece caught his eye.
"Have you heard from Arthur?" he asked, suddenly turning to her.
"No. Not since about a month," she answered. "Why?"
"He will be pleased to find you here, waiting for him," he said with a
smile, handing her the letter. "He will be here some time to-morrow."
Arthur Allway was her cousin, the son of a Nonconformist Minister. Her
father had taken him into the works and for the last three years he had
been in Egypt, helping in the laying of a tramway line. He was in love
with her: at least so they all told her; and his letters were certainly
somewhat committal. Joan replied to them--when she did not forget to do
so--in a studiously sisterly vein; and always reproved him for
unnecessary extravagance whenever he sent her a present. The letter
announced his arrival at Southampton. He would stop at Birmingham, where
his parents lived, for a couple of days, and be in Liverpool on Sunday
evening, so as to be able to get straight to business on Monday morning.
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