I go down on the platform to the carriages.

According to my custom, I install myself in a comfortable corner.

A few travelers follow me while the cosmopolitan populace invade the second and third-class carriages.

The doors are shut after the visit of the ticket inspector.

A last scream of the whistle announces that the train is about to start.
Suddenly there is a shout--a shout in which anger is mingled with despair, and I catch these words in German: "Stop! Stop!" I put down the window and look out.
A fat man, bag in hand, traveling cap on head, his legs embarrassed in the skirts of a huge overcoat, short and breathless.