"Mister Blacke," she murmured and gave a dazzling smile. "Thank you for coming to my rescue this morning. I promise you there will be no more tears here at the train station." She gave a soft, throaty laugh. She lowered her lashes for a moment and then realized she had held on a little longer than proper. Her hand dropped. She didn't wipe it on her skirt, nor act appalled that she got dust on her hand.