Sat in the train, Henry had never felt so alone. He had known all the time that he was not the man for Margaret despite what Edith had said. He was a quiet man and accepted that things wouldn't always go the way he wanted them to. He had hoped, deep down that Margaret might have grown to love him but he never really expected her to. It hadn't hurt him as much as he thought it would when he saw her kissing the mill owner but even so, the empty place where she had been sat previously seemed to make the carriage ten times larger.
Edith had commented on Margaret's mood when she had been staying with them and how she couldn't think of a reason why.
'She can't be missing Milton. There's nothing there for her now.'
Henry had known the whole time how Margaret had been feeling although he couldn't bring himself to admit it. It wasn't what she was missing but who.
He stared out of the window smiling, what would Edith say? She had been so set on having Margaret marry him. It would come as a shock when he returned without her.
I know! torturingly short chapters... but there's another one on the way.. Fanny next xD