Abel knew that they were nearing the train station because the scent of coal and smoke had thickened in the air.
"Oh, looks like we're here," he said as he peered outside the window.
He could see porters carrying languages, vendors shouting their wares, and the steam billowing into clouds of smoke from the locomotives inside the station.
The youth had seen factories, dockyards, and spires piercing the fog before but never had he laid eyes on a structure such as this.
As the carriage came to a stop, Abel opened the door and stepped out, gazing at the train station in slight surprise.
Although the previous Abel had come here once several years ago when Thomas had left for Winchester, this was technically his first time. So he couldn't help but marvel at it.
He then helped Emily alight the carriage, meanwhile, the driver grabbed her luggage.
"Harold, do wait a moment," said the lady to her driver. "Kindly see that Mr. Bishop is dropped at the Trust on your way home."
