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.]