It appears he escorted her ashore at Southampton, after having scarcely set eyes on her during the voyage, put her into a railway carriage with strict injunctions not to stir until he claimed her, and then disappeared into space.
"Did he give you your ticket ?" "No." "What a young blackguard!" I exclaimed.
"I don't like him at all," she said.
How she managed to elude the ticket collector at Vauxhall I could not exactly discover.

Apparently she told him, in her confiding manner, that Harry had it, and when he found no Harry in the train and came back to say so, she turned her dewy imploring eyes on him and the sentimental varlet melted.

At Waterloo a man had told her she must get out of the carriage--she had travelled alone in it--and she had meekly obeyed.

She had wandered out of the station and across a bridge and had eventually found herself in the Embankment Gardens.

Then she had asked me how to find Harry.