But where?
She knew not as yet!
Her mind was in a fever of excitement when she reached London Bridge.
She paid and discharged her cab, giving the driver the promised half sovereign for catching the train.
Then, with her thick vail folded twice over her pale face, and her little valise in her hand, she went into the station, made her way to the office and bought a first-class ticket.
Then she went to the train, and stopping before one of the first carriages called a guard to unlock the door and let her enter.
"Oh, you can't have a seat in this compartment, Miss," said a somewhat garrulous old guard, coming up to her. "This whole carriage is reserved for a wedding party—the Duke and Duchess of Hereward, as were married this morning, and their graces' retinue, which they are expected to arrive every minute, Miss. But you can have a seat in this one, Miss. It is every bit as good as the other," concluded the old man, leading the way to a lady's carriage some yards in advance.
"Reserved for a wedding party—reserved for the Duke and Duchess of Hereward and their retinue!"
How her heart fainted, almost unto death, with a new sense of infinite disappointment and regret at what might have been and what was! Reserved for the Duke and Duchess of Hereward! Ah, Heaven!
"Here you are, Miss!" said the guard, opening the door of an empty carriage.