“And, of course, I am to go with you.”
“He does not say so; in fact, I know he wishes us to go alone.”
“That is very odd.”
“He tells us the train to go by,” pursued Brenda, “and also the train by which we can return. If we leave here at nine o’clock to-morrow morning, we shall get to London a little before twelve. We can be back with you in time for dinner or supper.”
“And he says nothing about my going?”
“He does. He says he wishes us to go alone; that we are to travel first-class. He sends us a postal order for our fares.”
“First-class!” said Mrs Fortescue, with a sniff. “Of course girls in your position will travel first-class. It is absurd even to think of any other mode of travelling.”
“Yes,” said Brenda calmly, “he says first-class, and he has sent us the money.”
“He wants to talk to you about your future, dears.”
“Probably,” said Brenda. “We shall have to go,” she continued, and she looked across at Florence.