"Oh no!" Mona laughed, and shrugged her shoulders.
"One must pay the penalty of travelling with a schöne Seele!"
CHAPTER XXII.
DR ALICE BATESON.
Glaring lights in the murky darkness, hurrying porters pursuing the train, eager eyes on the platform strained in the direction of the windows, announced the arrival of the Flying Scotchman at King's Cross.
"Are you sure your husband will be here to meet you?" said Doris to her protégée. "I will stay with the children till you find him. Mona, dear, I had better say good night. I will call to-morrow morning to see you and enquire for your friend."
"Is there any one here to meet you?"
"I saw my aunt's footman a minute ago. He will find me presently."
A moment later a beautiful, white-haired old clergyman came up, removing his glove before shaking hands with Mona.
"I scarcely know how to thank you," he said, in a low voice. "You are a friend in need."