I told him he needn't, when he was getting on the train with me.

I told him I just knew I could do it beautifully all by myself, almost-a-young lady like me.

But he only put his lips together hard, and said, cold, like ice: "Are you then so eager to be rid of me ?" Just as if _I_ was the one that was eager to get rid of somebody! Well, as I said, he went.

But he wasn't much better on the train than he had been in the station.

He was as nervous and fidgety as a witch, and he acted as if he did so wish it would be over and over quick.