Edwin and Janet stood together on the windy and bleak down-platform of
Knype Station, awaiting the express, which had been signalled. Edwin
was undoubtedly very nervous and constrained, and it seemed to him that
Janet's demeanour lacked naturalness.
"It's just occurred to me how she made that mistake about the time of
the train," said Edwin, chiefly because he found the silence intolerably
irksome. "It stops at Lichfield, and in running her eye across the page
she must have mixed up the Lichfield figures with the Knype figures--you
know how awkward it is in a time-table. As a matter of fact, the train
_does_ stop at Lichfield about 6:30."
"I see," said Janet reflectively.