In front of Charing Cross Station she stopped, looking vaguely about her.

Perhaps she had it in her mind to return home by omnibus, and was dreading the expense.
Yet of a sudden she turned and went up the approach to the railway.
At the entrance again she stopped.

Her features were now working in the strangest way, as though a difficulty of breathing had assailed her.

In her eyes was an eager yet frightened look; her lips stood apart.
Another quick movement, and she entered the station.

She went straight to the door of the refreshment room, and looked in through the glass.
Two or three people were standing inside.