Robert wasn't expecting Harry. If he was, he would have written to his friend to bugger off back to Cambridge. He didn't want Harry or any of his friends back at university to know about the humiliation his father was subjecting him to.

He was loading goods into a carriage, not minding that he was tossing them, and cursing with every piece.

"Carrington! There's another train coming in on platform 2 in two minutes. Go help people with their luggage!"

Robert would love to tell the manager to shove the entire train up a place where the sun didn't shine. But he pressed his lips tight, didn't respond to the manager, and made his way to platform 2.