The interviewing gentlemen, two of whom had their heads jammed through the window, were forcibly drawn away--still asking questions, by the officials--the tall gentleman with the moustache, who was hovering in the background, smiled a soft farewell, in which modesty struggled visibly with hope, the station-master took off his cap, and in another minute they were rolling out of Southampton Station.
Augusta sank back with a sigh of relief, and then burst out laughing at the thought of the gentleman with the fair moustachios.

On the seat opposite to her somebody had thoughtfully placed a number of the day's papers.

She took up the first that came to hand and glanced at it idly with the idea of trying to pick up the thread of events.

Her eyes fell instantly upon the name of Mr.Gladstone printed all over the sheet in type of varying size, and she sighed.

Life on the ocean wave had been perilous and disagreeable enough, but at any rate she had been free from Mr.Gladstone and his doings.