“You are to go home, remember.”
“Yes, I will certainly go home. But, Maggie, I have no money—I have literally no money.”
“I will ask Priscilla Peel to go with you to the railway-station, and I will give her sufficient money to pay your fare to London—you live in London, don’t you?”
“Yes, at Bayswater.”
“What is your address?”
“19, Queen Street, Bayswater.”
“Priscilla shall telegraph to your mother, when you start, and ask her to meet you at. King’s Cross.”
Rosalind’s face grew paler and paler. “What excuse am I to give to mother?” she asked.
“That is your own affair; I have no doubt you will find something to say. I should advise you, Rosalind, to tell your poor mother the truth, for she is certain to hear all about it from Miss Heath the following morning.”
“Oh, what a miserable, miserable girl I am, Maggie!”