Seeing nothing that indicated studied observation, he made his way to the ticket office.
"The next train for Montreal leaves when ?" he asked.
"In twenty minutes," said the man.
He bought two tickets and Pullman berths.

Then he hastened back to Carrie.
"We go right out again," he said, scarcely noticing that Carrie looked tired and weary.
"I wish I was out of all this," she exclaimed gloomily.
"You'll feel better when we reach Montreal," he said.
"I haven't an earthly thing with me," said Carrie; "not even a handkerchief." "You can buy all you want as soon as you get there, dearest," he explained.

"You can call in a dressmaker." Now the crier called the train ready and they got on.

Hurstwood breathed a sigh of relief as it started.

There was a short run to the river, and there they were ferried over.