She left her box behind her at the cloakroom of the railway station, where I suppose it was sold years afterwards.

From Dover she sent a telegram to Tommy, saying: "I am coming.

GRIZEL." On entering the train at Calais she had a railway journey of some thirty hours, broken by two changes only.

She could speak a little French, but all the use she made of it was to ask repeatedly if she was in the right train.

An English lady who travelled with her for many hours woke up now and again to notice that this quiet, prim-looking girl was always sitting erect, with her hand on her umbrella, as if ready to leave the train at any moment.