She gives him a small coin, but looks the other way, without a sign of recognition.

The luggage is placed in the pony cart.
Mademoiselle gets in without so much as patting the beautiful little creature in the shafts.

Her ticket is the only first-class ticket that has been given up at that lonely station all the week.

'Do make haste,' she remarks petulantly as her brother pauses to speak to a passing man who looks like a dealer.

Master Jack turns the pony cart, and away they go rattling down the road.