"I want to go to Borrowness," said Mona hastily. "Am I in time for the train?"
"Borrowness," repeated the porter meditatively, for the place was not one of European celebrity. "Well, ma'am, it's touch and go. If you have no luggage you might manage it."
"You will do nothing of the kind," said a quiet voice, and a neatly gloved hand was slipped into Mona's arm. "I never heard anything more absurd."
"Oh, Doris!" exclaimed Mona. "Why did you come? I told you I could only come to you if I missed the last train."
"Was not that the more reason why I should come here for a glimpse of you? I don't get the chance so often. But if you think you are going on with that tired face, and without any dinner, you are much mistaken. Mona, I am surprised—you of all people!"
"If you only knew it," said Mona resignedly, "you are very unkind."
"No, I am not. I will observe your own conditions, and argue about nothing. Your will shall be law; I shall not even refer to your last letter unless you do. If you tell me that you are going to fly to the moon from the top of the Scott Monument, I shall merely wish you a pleasant journey. And indeed, dear, I am quite sure your train had gone."
"Well, let me telegraph to my cousin," said Mona, with a sigh.
Doris Colquhoun was not a little surprised at her easy victory, but in truth her friend was too worn out to argue.
"My own ponies shall take you out," said Doris. "They are something new since you were here, and they are such beauties. Do not laugh when you see my groom. Father hunted him out for me. He is about the size of a pepper-pot."