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Where Angels Fear to Tread


"She is sure to be good," said Mrs. Herriton, who was standing pens-
ively a little out of the hubbub. But Lilia was already calling to Miss Ab-
bott, a tall, grave, rather nice-looking young lady who was conducting
her adieus in a more decorous manner on the platform.
"Caroline, my Caroline! Jump in, or your chaperon will go off without
you."
And Philip, whom the idea of Italy always intoxicated, had started
again, telling her of the supreme moments of her coming journeyÑthe
Campanile of Airolo, which would burst on her when she emerged from
the St. Gothard tunnel, presaging the future; the view of the Ticino and
Lago Maggiore as the train climbed the slopes of Monte Cenere; the view
of Lugano, the view of ComoÑItaly gathering thick around her
nowÑthe arrival at her first resting-place, when, after long driving
through dark and dirty streets, she should at last behold, amid the roar
of trams and the glare of arc lamps, the buttresses of the cathedral of
Milan.
"Handkerchiefs and collars," screamed Harriet, "in my inlaid box! I've
lent you my inlaid box."
"Good old Harry!" She kissed every one again, and there was a
moment's silence. They all smiled steadily, excepting Philip, who was
choking in the fog, and old Mrs. Theobald, who had begun to cry. Miss
Abbott got into the carriage. The guard himself shut the door, and told
Lilia that she would be all right. Then the train moved, and they all
moved with it a couple of steps, and waved their handkerchiefs, and
uttered cheerful little cries. At that moment Mr. Kingcroft reappeared,
carrying a footwarmer by both ends, as if it was a tea-tray. He was sorry
that he was too late, and called out in a quivering voice, "Good-bye, Mrs.
Charles. May you enjoy yourself, and may God bless you."
Lilia smiled and nodded, and then the absurd position of the foot-
warmer overcame her, and she began to laugh again.
"Oh, I am so sorry," she cried back, "but you do look so funny. Oh, you
all look so funny waving! Oh, pray!" And laughing helplessly, she was
carried out into the fog.
"High spirits to begin so long a journey," said Mrs. Theobald, dabbing
her eyes.
Mr. Kingcroft solemnly moved his head in token of agreement. "I
wish," said he, "that Mrs. Charles had gotten the footwarmer. These Lon-
don porters won't take heed to a country chap."
"But you did your best," said Mrs. Herriton. "And I think it simply
noble of you to have brought Mrs. Theobald all the way here on such a
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