“He has gone to see about the trains,” she said, almost crying, “and I don’t see what keeps him.  I could not get away until father went into his room to dress for dinner, and as soon as he is ready he will call for me.  Where can he be?  I have sent my man to look for him.”

“Oh, I’ll go look for him!  You wait here,” I cried, forgetting that she would have to, and away I went.

As I was hurrying out of the gates of the gardens I looked in the direction of the railroad station, and there I saw Pomeroy pulled by one bath-chair man and the other one talking to him.  In twenty bounds I reached him.  “Go back for your young lady,” I cried to Robertson, Angelica’s man, “and bring her here on the run.  She sent me for you.”  Away went Robertson, and then I said to the astonished Pomeroy, “Sir, there is no time for explanations.  Your lady-love will be with you in a minute.  My husband and I are going to Edinburgh to-morrow, and I have looked up all the trains.  There is one which leaves here at twenty minutes past six.  If she comes soon you will have time to catch it.  Have you your baggage ready?”

He looked at me as if he wondered who on earth I was, but I am sure he saw my soul in my face and trusted me.

“Yes,” he said, “she has a little bag in her bath-chair, and mine is here.”

“Here she comes,” said I, “and you must fly to the station.”

In a moment Angelica was with us, her face beaming with delight.

“Oh, thank you, thank you!” she cried, but I would not listen to her gratitude.  “Hurry!” I said, “or you will be too late.  Joy go with you.”

They hastened off, and I walked back to the gardens.  I looked at my watch, and to my horror I saw it was five minutes past six.  Fifteen minutes left yet.  Fifteen minutes in which they might be overtaken.  I stopped for a moment irresolutely.  What should I do?  I thought of running after them to the station.  I thought in some way I might help them—­buy their tickets or do something.  But while I was thinking I heard a rattle, and down the street came the man in livery, and Snortfrizzle’s bottle-nose like a volcano behind him.  The minute they reached me, and there was nobody else in the street, the old man shouted, “Hi!  Have you seen two bath-chairs with a young man and a young woman in them?”

I was on the point of saying No, but changed my mind like a flash.  “Did the young lady wear a hat with blue ribbons?” I asked.

“Yes!” he roared.  “Which way did they go?”

“And did the young man with her wear eyeglasses and a brown moustache?”

“With her, was he?” screamed Snortfrizzle.  “That’s the rascal.  Which way did they go?  Tell me instantly.”