Ella looked relieved.
“Then,” she said. “I will tell you my plan,” and she proceeded to do so.
When she had finished, she looked up at the German lady inquiringly.
“It is not a bad plan?” she asked. “There is nothing wild and silly about it.”
“No,” Fräulein Braune replied, “I don’t know that there is if, that is to say, your leaving your home is absolutely unavoidable. But, my dear Miss Ella, one thing I must insist upon. I will go to London with you to-morrow. I cannot let you travel alone.”
“I’m not the least afraid of travelling alone,” began Ella hastily, “and I have the exact address. And—it will cost a good deal, Fräulein, even if we go second-class and—I haven’t much money.”
“You shall repay me some day,” said the good governess, “but that I go with you is decided. It must be—on every account.”
Ella sighed.
“It is very kind of you,” she said, “but I wish you wouldn’t.”
There was determination however, as well as kindness in Fräulein Braune’s grey eyes. Ella had to give in.