"Have you come a long journey" asked one "you look very tired."
"I am very tired, and miserable too" broke forth Helen in the fullness of her heart "oh why am I dragged up here in this cruel fashion, oh what has happened to father?" she burst into heart broken sobbing.
The old ladies looked very much alarmed and after bidding Helen a kind good night, gathered up their wraps and departed.
The time sped on and still nether Cyril nor Mr. Palsey arrived.
Helen grew terrified and was on the point of going out on to the platform when the door opened and the two men appeared.
Mr. Palsey looked much the same, Cyril was clad in a heavy ulster and his face was white and scared.
Cyril was speaking as the two entered and Helen caught the last words, "just as we could have wished" he was saying. "Oh Cyril Cyril" cried Helen and she flung herself into his arms.
"My darling" gasped Cyril and a queer gurgle sounded in his throat. "What is it Cyril, what has happened?" cried Helen, clutching hold of his coat.
"Hush darling" said Cyril, "come outside.
Helen was quite overcome by now and she allowed herself to be led out by Cyril and Mr. Palsey.