`` You must be my guest to-night . '' `` Thank you . I must return home to-night , '' said the Old Lady firmly , and there was that in her tone which told Andrew Cameron that it would be useless to urge her . But he insisted on telephoning for his carriage to drive her to the station . The Old Lady submitted to this , because she was secretly afraid her own legs would not suffice to carry her there ; she even shook hands with him at parting , and thanked him a second time for granting her request . `` Not at all , '' he said . `` Please try to think a little more kindly of me , Cousin Margaret . '' When the Old Lady reached the station she found , to her dismay , that her train had just gone and that she would have to wait two hours for the evening one . She went into the waiting-room and sat down . She was very tired . All the excitement that had sustained her was gone , and she felt weak and old . She had nothing to eat , having expected to get home in time for tea ; the waiting-room was chilly , and she shivered in her thin , old , silk mantilla . Her head ached and her heart likewise . She had won Sylvia 's desire for her ; but Sylvia would go out of her life , and the Old Lady did not see how she was to go on living after that . Yet she sat there unflinchingly for two hours , an upright , indomitable old figure , silently fighting her losing battle with the forces of physical and mental pain , while happy people came and went , and laughed and talked before her . At eight o'clock the Old Lady got off the train at Bright River station , and slipped off unnoticed into the darkness of the wet night . She had two miles to walk , and a cold rain was falling . Soon the Old Lady was wet to the skin and chilled to the marrow . She felt as if she were walking in a bad dream . Blind instinct alone guided her over the last mile and up the lane to her own house .
As she fumbled at her door , she realized that a burning heat had suddenly taken the place XXXXX her chilliness .
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