And when they arrived, as Atayla had expected, they were told they had to change stations for the trains to the North.
As Felicity was tired and hungry, Atayla did not waste time in making enquiries about trains leaving late in the evening, but asked the Station Master, who stood resplendent in a tall hat on the platform, if he could recommend a quiet respectable hotel.
One look at the elegant way in which she was dressed made him reply with hardly a pause that he was quite certain that she would be comfortable at Brown’s Hotel in Dover Street.
Atayla took his advice and drove there, but when she received the bill the next morning she was horrified at how expensive it was.
The large tip she was obliged to give and the extravagant way they were travelling were fast swallowing up the mon
