"How much did he charge from Charing Cross?" demanded Mrs. Taylor,—an authority on fares.
"Four and sixpence."
"What!" The word was almost a shout.
"But I had luggage."
"Oh, yes, and your big boxes had better be kept below," said her aunt; "I am so afraid of my poor walls being damaged. You can sit down, Nancy. These are my friends, Mrs. Taylor, and Miss Dolling."
The ladies shook hands in silence. After a moment Miss Dolling said:
"Had you a good passage?"
"Yes, thank you."
Meanwhile her aunt was surveying Nancy with a look of puzzled disappointment.
"So you are not a Travers after all," she remarked. "How odd, and unexpected."