Her first thought was for the safety of her bag.

With a start of dismay she missed it from her lap, where she had been holding it so tightly.
"An' it 's yer little valise yer a looking for, my dear, there it be at yer feet, where it fell, with a crash, while ye slept.

An' there was anything in it would break, sure it 's broken entirely," said a kindly man, pointing to the bag upon the floor.
She hastily picked it up.
"Oh! if any one had known what it contains, would it have been left there in safety all the time I slept ?" she asked herself, as her hands closed tightly upon her recovered treasure.
But the passengers were all leaving the train, and so she got out with the rest.
She was too cunning to take a cab from the station.

She left it on foot and walked a mile or two, making many turns, before, at length she hailed a "four wheeler," hired it and directed the cabman to drive to Number -- -- Westminster Road..