She stepped back, and the look which she threw in my direction was certainly not flattering.
"Can you find us another carriage ?" she asked the guard, imperiously.
"Quite impossible, miss," the man answered.

"You must get in here or be left behind." They had barely time to take their seats.

As my place was next to the window, I felt bound to help the porter hand in the small packages.
The man Delora, who was wrapped up in a fur coat, and who looked ghastly ill, thanked me courteously enough, but the girl ignored my assistance.

They took the two corner seats at the further end of the carriage.

Delora immediately composed himself to sleep.
"It was a wretched crossing!" he said to the girl,--"the most miserable crossing I have ever had! And these trains,--so small, so uncomfortable!" She shrugged her shoulders.
"When one travels," she said, "I suppose that one must put up with inconveniences of all sorts." I knew very well that the last part of her sentence not only had reference to me, but was intended for my hearing.