Since she detested the steamy odour of cooking which usually pervades the dining-car of a train, she gave instructions that her lunch should be served to her in her own compartment.

This done, she settled down to the quiet monotony of the journey, ate her lunch in due course, and finally drowsed over a magazine until she woke with a start to find the train at a standstill.

Thinking she had arrived at St.David's Station, where she must change on to another line, she sprang up briskly.

To her amazement she found they were not at a station at all.

Green fields sloped away from the railway track and there was neither house nor cottage in sight.