However, I
feel sure that you would be the last person in the world to let me do
wrong, even if I were inclined to."
She knew that her husband was away from home, and her intention had
been to sleep there that night, and go on to Lorrimer the next morning;
but she had been misinformed about the trains, and after many changes
and tedious waits, she found herself alone in the middle of the night
at a little railway junction, with no chance of a train to take her on
for several hours; and what was worse, without money enough in her
purse to pay her bill if she went to an hotel. The waiting-rooms were
all closed for the night, and there seemed nothing for it but to wander
about the station till the train came and released her. She told her
dilemma to an old Scotch inspector who was waiting to see what she
meant to do. He gave the matter his best consideration, but it
evidently perplexed him.
"If you was a box," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "we could
put you in the left-luggage office."
"But I am not a box," Ideala answered, as if only the most positive
denial would prevent mistake on the subject.
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