As she remained in a state of semi-stupefaction, mistily wondering what sort of nightmare Christmas this was going to be for her--for whom all the world had been full of the promise of good things only an hour or two ago!--the train rumbled into Liverpool Street. As she sat endeavouring to collect her thoughts, so as to decide upon some course of action, the carriage door was opened, and a woman looked in.
"From Chelmsford?"
Perceiving that the question was addressed to her, Mrs Bankes, still half-dazed, looked up, and answered,--
"No, from Colchester."
"That's right! Be quick, the train's late,--I've been waiting for you."
"For me?"
"Yes, for you. I've had instructions to meet you by this train."
Edith rose from her seat, instantly conscious that a sense of relief was being born within her.
"You've had--instructions? When?"
"Not half an hour ago. It wasn't certain that you were coming by this train, but in case you did I was to meet you and see you safe."