But they were attractive eyes,
for all that, with a steady, "trustable" expression in them that reminded
one of the eyes of a nice fox terrier.
"Robin!" Ann sprang out of the railway-carriage and precipitated herself
upon him with unconcealed delight. "Oh, my dear, how are you? Let me have a
good look at you!"
She pushed him a little away from her and her eyes flashed over his face
and figure searchingly. Then she nodded as though satisfied with her
inspection. Whereas when she had last seen him he had limped a bit as a
consequence of his wound, to-day he had crossed the platform with the old,
easy, swinging stride of the pre-war Robin, and although his face was still
rather on the thin side, it had lost the look of delicacy which, a year
ago, had worried her considerably.
"Isn't this all simply splendid, Robin?" she said gaily, as, after giving
her luggage in charge of a porter, they made their way out of the station.
"Never tell me dreams don't come true after this--if you dream them hard
enough!"
He smiled down at her. Her spontaneous enthusiasm was infectious.
"It certainly looks as if they do," he agreed. "Here's our trap. Jump in!"
She regarded the smart ralli-cart and bright bay cob with interest.
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