Chapter TwoAs the train drew into Waterloo Station, Bettina, leaning out of the window, saw her father.
She thought that it would be impossible to miss him even in the largest crowd imaginable and no one else looked so smart, so dashing or what his friends called ‘a regular swell’.
With his top hat on the side of his head and with a carnation in his buttonhole, he was leaning on his Malacca cane and looking at the incoming train somewhat anxiously.
Bettina opened the door of her carriage and jumped onto the platform to run towards him.
“Papa! Papa!” she cried. “I knew you would be here waiting for me.”
She flung her arms round his neck and, as she kissed him, he asked,
“What the devil happened to you? I was getting really worried.”
“I was afraid you would be,” Bettina answered.
“Wh
