Just as the man turned to enter the car, the train came to a full stop, and the sudden jar threw him almost into the arms of the woman.

For an instant, while he was struggling to regain his balance, he was so close to her that their garments touched.

Indeed, he only prevented an actual collision by throwing his arm across her shoulder and catching the side of the car window against which she was leaning.
In that moment, while his face was so close to hers that she might have felt his breath upon her cheek and he was involuntarily looking straight into her eyes, the man felt, queerly, that the woman was not shrinking from him.

In fact, one less occupied with other thoughts might have construed her bold, open look, her slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks, as a welcome--quite as though she were in the habit of having handsome young men throw themselves into her arms.
Then, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, he was saying, conventionally, "I beg your pardon.

It was very stupid of me." As he spoke, a mask of cold indifference slipped over her face.