We stopped with a rattle before a house door, and I read, by the light of the lamp that hung over it, “39.”
CHAPTER VII.
ANNA SARTORIUS.
I was expected. That was very evident. An excited-looking Dienstmädchen opened the door, and on seeing me, greeted me as if I had been an old friend. I was presently rescued by Merrick, also looking agitated.
“Ho, Miss Wedderburn, at last you are here! How Miss Hallam has worried, to be sure.”
“I could not help it, I’m very sorry,” said I, following her upstairs—up a great many flights of stairs, as it seemed to me, till she ushered me into a sitting-room where I found Miss Hallam.
“Thank Heaven, child! you are here at last. I was beginning to think that if you did not come by this train, I must send some one to Köln to look after you.”
“By this train!” I repeated, blankly. “Miss Hallam—what—do you mean? There has been no other train.”
“Two; there was one at four and one at six. I can not tell you how uneasy I have been at your non-appearance.”