"First stop, Hastings; that's all I knows," said the porter.
"And quite enough, too. What's the next train up?"
Chapter XXIV—A Strawberry Mark
George Early travelled a few miles up the line, then made up his mind to cut across country. Changing his plans, he took to the railway again as far as New Cross, and thought the matter out over a good breakfast. Finally he decided to return to Brunswick Terrace and make his home a stronghold until he could defy his enemies. Having thus wasted several hours, he went forward for the third time.
At Cannon Street a surprise awaited him. Hastily correcting himself as he was about to enter the buffet, he turned to the station exit, and in passing through ran against a lady.
"I beg your pardon," said the lady.
"Beg your—what, Ellen? Why, how did you know I was coming here?" cried George.
"Really, I—" the lady gasped, hesitating.