"For myself, I think that I always feel a little nervous when I arrive at a strange place.

I have never been here before, you know, and I could not help wondering, for a moment, what would become of me if my uncle were really taken ill.

Everyone says that London is so big and cold and heartless." "You would have nothing to fear," I assured her.

"You forget, too, that your uncle has friends here." We leaned over the barrier and watched the luggage being handed out of the vans and thrown on to the low wooden platforms.

By my side a dark young man, with sallow features and _pince nez_, was apparently passing his time in the same manner.