an interminable platform with his
ticket in his teeth towards an already moving train. At an open
carriage door stood a lady in whom he recognized Miss Ogilvy, who was
imploring the guard to hold the train.

"Can't do it, ma'am, any longer," said the guard, between blasts of his
whistle and wavings of his green flag. "It's all my place is worth to
delay the Continental Express for more than a minute. Thank you kindly,
ma'am. Here he comes," and the flag paused for a few seconds. "In you
go, young gentleman."

A heave, a struggle, an avalanche of baggage, and Godfrey found himself
in the arms of Miss Ogilvy in a reserved first-class carriage. From
those kind supporting arms he slid gently and slowly to the floor.

"Well," said that lady, contemplating him with his back resting against
a portmanteau, "you cut things rather fine."

Still seated on the floor, Godfrey pulled out his watch and looked at
it, then remarked that eleven minutes before he was fast asleep in bed.

"I thought as much," she said severely, "and that's why I told the maid
to see if you had been called, which I daresay you forgot to arrange
for yourself."

"I did," admitted Godfrey, rising and buttoning his waistcoat. "I have
had a very troubled night; all sorts of things happened to me."

"What have you been doing?" asked Miss Ogilvy, whose interest was
excited.

Then Godfrey, whose bosom was bursting, told her all, and the story
lasted most of the way to Dover.

"You poor boy," she said, when he had finished, "you poor boy!"

"I left the basket with the food behind, and I am so hungry," remarked
Godfrey presently.

"There's a restaurant car on the train, come and have some breakfast,"
said Miss Ogilvy, "for on the boat you may not wish to eat. I shall at
any rate."

This was untrue for she had breakfasted already, but that did not
matter.

"My father said I was not to take meals on the trains," explained
Godfrey, awkwardly, "because of the expense."

"Oh! I'm your father, or rather your mother, now. Besides, I have a
table," she added in a nebulous manner.

So Godfrey followed her to the dining car, where he made an excellent
meal.

"You don't seem to eat much," he said at length. "You have only had a
cup of tea and half a bit of toast."

"I never can when I am going on the sea," she explained. "I expect I
shall be very ill, and you will have to look after me, and you know the
less you eat, well--the less you can be ill."

"Wh