"Just you wait 'ere." "I have no luggage," Mr.Brimsdown heard her say.

Her eyes wandered downward to the little handbag she carried.

"I wanted to ask you--I am a stranger to London.

Can you tell me a place where I could stay; for the night--somewhere quiet and respectable ?" Mr.Brimsdown found himself listening anxiously for the porter's reply.

By all the laws of Romance he should have had an old mother in a clean and humble home who would have been delighted to give the girl shelter for the sight of her pretty face.