Soon the vehicle reduced speed and all at once Beatrice found herself at the great entrance porch of "Le Chateau!"
The footman rang the bell and then went away leaving Beatrice in a transport of fear and joy on the steps. Soon the door was opened by a very fat butler with powdered hair and a green plush uniform.
"What can I do for you?" he asked with the air of a king.
"Oh please I have come to stay" said Beatrice nervously.
"Step inside," said the courtly butler.
Beatrice did as she was bid and found herself in a most magnificent hall hung with rich velvet curtains and paved with Turkish carpets, and supported by gold and silver pillars.
"What name?" enquired the butler.
"Miss Langton," said Beatrice.
The butler then lead her along costly corridoors and majestic looking passages and at last stopped at a door which he flung open and called in a powerful voice "Miss Langton!"
A murmur arose at this announcement and in less than a minute Beatrice was in Mrs. Vindsor's arms being hugged to death almost. "My dear Beatrice!" she gasped when her kisses were exhausted "how pleased I am to see you! the steak has just gone down to be kept hot, come and see Clara."