I had a dim impression that, instead of joining with the newcomers, the first man, who would have kept the place to himself before their entrance, seemed willing to aid me against the others.

They being once foisted upon him, he appeared to wish for my presence too, or else he merely desired to prevent me from being dashed onto the platform and perhaps killed, for he thrust out a hand and tried to pull me in.
At the same time a guard came along, protesting against the unseemly struggle, and the carriage door was slammed shut upon us all four.
When I got my balance, and was able to look out, the train had gone so far that Diana and Lisa had been swept away from my sight.

It was like a bad omen; and the fear was cold upon me that I had lost my love for ever.
At that moment I suffered so atrociously that if it had not been too late, I fear I should have sacrificed Maxine and the Foreign Secretary and even the _Entente Cordiale_ (provided he had not been exaggerating) for Di's sake, and love's sake.

But there was no going back now, even if I would.

The train was already travelling almost at full speed, and there was nothing to do but resign myself to the inevitable, and hope for the best.