As he spoke, with the greatest effrontery he caught the young
traveller's hand in his, and drew it through his arm--the station-master
and porter noting the performance, and nodding at one another; but the
next moment the former official changed his aspect, for the hand was
snatched away, and the young lady hurried in an agitated manner to the
booking-office.
"Have you a room in which I could sit down until the train comes?" she
exclaimed. "I am sorry to trouble you; but I am travelling alone,
and--"
"To be sure you are, my deah," drawled the persecutor, who had
laughingly followed, "when you have no business to do such a thing, and
I won't allow it. It's all right, station-master--the train will be
here directly. I'll see to the lady: friend of mine, in fact."
"Indeed! I assure you, sir," exclaimed the agitated girl, "I do not
know this gentleman. I appeal to you for protection."
Here, in spite of her self-control, a sob burst from her breast.
"Here, this sort of thing won't do, sir," said the youth, shaking his
head. "I can't allow it at my station. You mustn't annoy the lady,
sir." And turning very pink in the face, he tried to look important;
but without success.
"I think you have the care of this station, have you not, my good lad?"
drawled the exquisite.
"Yes, I have, sir," was the reply, and this time rather in anger, for
the young station-master hardly approved of being called a "good lad."
"Then mind your station, boy, and don't interfere."
"Boy yourself, you confounded puppy!" exclaimed the young fellow, firing
up. "I never took any notice till the lady appealed to me; but if she
was my sister, sir, I'd--I'd--I don't know what I wouldn't do to you!"
"But you see she is not your sister; and you are making a fool of
yourself," drawled the other contemptuously.
"Am I?" exclaimed the young man, whose better nature was aroused. "I
consider that every lady who is being insulted is the sister of an
Englishman, and has a right to his help. And now be off out of this
office, for I'm master here; and you may report me if you like, for I
don't care who you are, nor yet if I lose my place."
Red in the face, and strutting like a turkey-cock, the young man made at
the dandy so fiercely, that he backed out on to the platform, to have
the door banged after him so energetically, that one of the panes of
glass was shivered to atoms.
"Come in here, miss, and I'll see that he don't annoy you again. Why
didn't you speak sooner? Only wish I was going up to London, I'd see
you safe home, that I would, miss; only, you see, I should lose my berth
if I was absent without leave; and that wouldn't do, would it? May
p'r'aps now, for that chap's a regular swell: come down here last week,
and been staying at old Sir Henry Warr's, at the Beeches; but I don't
care; I only did what was right--did I, miss?"
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