Publisher's Synopsis
Pierce Hammersly let down the carriage window as the train ran into Scarshott Station, and leant out to see if any of his people had come to meet him, but the only familiar face was the face of Cripps the lame porter, who was snarling "Scar-shutt, Scar-shutt," with an air of weary scorn. "She might have come." Hammersly had not been looking for his parents. He was disappointed because the face that he most eagerly desired to see did not shine out on him with welcoming eyes. Love is a hunger, clamorous, unreasonable, and apt to be sulky unless a man has learnt to smile.
