Mr. Twist took them with him when he went down to the station to meet the Los Angeles train.  It was dark at six, and the workmen had gone home by then, but the experts still seemed to be busy.  He had been astonished at the amount the twins had accomplished in his absence in the town till they explained to him how very active the experts had been, whereupon he said, “Now isn’t that nice,” and briefly informed them they would go with him to the station.

“That’s waste of time,” said Anna-Felicitas.  “We could be giving finishing touches if we stayed here.”

“You will come with me to the station,” said Mr. Twist.

Mrs. Bilton arrived in a thick cloud of conversation.  She supposed she was going to the Cosmopolitan Hotel, as indeed she originally was, and all the way back in the taxi Mr. Twist was trying to tell her she wasn’t; but Mrs. Bilton had so much to say about her journey, and her last days among her friends, and all the pleasant new acquaintances she had made on the train, and her speech was so very close-knit, that he felt he was like a rabbit on the wrong side of a thick-set hedge running desperately up and down searching for a gap to get through.  It was nothing short of amazing how Mrs. Bilton talked; positively, there wasn’t at any moment the smallest pause in the flow.

“It’s a disease,” thought Anna-Rose, who had several things she wanted to say herself, and found herself hopelessly muzzled.

“No wonder Mr. Bilton preferred heaven,” thought Anna-Felicitas, also a little restless at the completeness of her muzzling.

“Anyhow she’ll never hear the Annas saying anything,” thought Mr. Twist, consoling himself.

“This hotel we’re going to seems to be located at some distance from the station,” said Mrs. Bilton presently, in the middle of several pages of rapid unpunctuated monologue.  “Isolated, surely—­” and off she went again to other matters, just as Mr. Twist had got his mouth open to explain at last.

She arrived therefore at the cottage unconscious of the change in her fate.

Now Mrs. Bilton was as fond of comfort as any other woman who has been deprived for some years of that substitute for comfort, a husband.  She had looked forward to the enveloping joys of the Cosmopolitan, its bath, its soft bed and good food, with frank satisfaction.  She thought it admirable that before embarking on active duties she should for a space rest luxuriously in an excellent hotel, with no care in regard to expense, and exchange ideas while she rested with the interesting people she would be sure to meet in it.  Before the interview in Los Angeles, Mr. Twist had explained to her by letter and under the seal of confidence the philanthropic nature of the project he and the Miss Twinklers were engaged upon, and she was prepared, in return for the very considerable salary she had accepted, to do her duty loyally and unremittingly; but after the stress and hard work of her last days