If she had not been so highly strung and preoccupied, she would have been thrilled in all her fine senses at the idea of leaving Upminster, further than which she had never been for the twelve long years of her residence at La Sarthe Chase; but now, except that all appeared a wild rush and a bewildering noise, the journey to London made no impression upon her.

It was swallowed up in the one longing to get there--to be able somehow to communicate with Cheiron, and have her anxiety laid to rest.
The newsboys were selling the evening papers when they arrived, but her eyes, so unaccustomed to all these new sights, did not warn her to scan the headlines, though as they were reaching Grosvenor Gardens where Mr.
Anderton's town-house was situated, she did see the words: "Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs." The sheet had fallen forward and only this line was visible.
They did not strike her very forcibly.

She was quite unacquainted with the custom of advertising sensational news in London.

It might be the usual political announcements--it surely was, since she saw another sheet as they got to the door with "Crisis in the Cabinet" upon it.

And it comforted her greatly.