I should have nobody to blame but myself if I came back to London to-morrow to find her engaged to Lord Robert West--a man who, as his brother has no children, might some day make her a Duchess.
"Sorry to have seemed rude just now, sir," said one of the two railway-key men, suddenly reminding me of his unnecessary existence.
"Hardly knew what I was about when I shoved you away from the door.

Me and my friend was afraid of missing the train, so we pushed--instinct of self-preservation, I suppose," and he chuckled as if he had got off some witticism.

"Anyhow, I apologise.

Nothing intentional, 'pon my word." "Thanks.

No apology is necessary," I replied as indifferently as I felt.
"That's all right, then," finished the Jewish-faced man, who had spoken.
He turned to his companion, and the two resumed their conversation behind the newspaper: but I now became conscious that they occasionally glanced over the top at their neighbour or at me, as if their whole attention were not taken up with the news of the day.
Any interest they might feel in me, provided it had nothing to do with a certain pocket, they were welcome to: but the little man was apparently not of the same mind concerning himself.