Margaret.
The railway station?
Mrs. Schiller.
Yes. Who do you think is coming by train?
Your young friend from Switzerland.
Margaret.
Freda Michel?
Mrs. Schiller.
That's the name. She telegraphed—where's her
telegram? Whatever has become of it? I thought
Otto said he was putting it on the chimneypiece. I
do believe it has fallen into the fire.
Margaret.
Never mind what has become of the telegram.
What did it say, auntie?
Mrs. Schiller.
It said she was arriving at Charing Cross by the
train at four.
Margaret.
So Otto has gone to meet her?
Mrs. Schiller.
[Putting kettle on fire.] Yes, and he's to bring her
up for a cup of tea before she goes to her new situation. She's got one in London, it seems. Lucky
girl, isn't she?
Margaret.
She's Swiss. If she'd been an "enemy alien"——
[Laughs bitterly.]
