He thought that he had just stepped on the platform of his car, and a lady handed him a bouquet fresh from the hot house.

A long line of railroad presidents and superintendents had come to the depot to see him off, and tipped their hats as he glided out into the open air.
The car was an improvement on Pullman's best.

Three golden goblets stood at the end, and every time he turned the spigot of the water cask, it foamed soda-water--vanilla if you turned it one way, strawberry if you turned it the other.

The spittoon was solid silver, and had never been used but once, when a child threw into it an orange peeling.

The car was filled with lords and duchesses, who rose and bowed as he passed through to collect the fare.
They all insisted on paying twice as much as was demanded, telling him to give half to the company and keep the rest for himself.