The scene is equally new to Netta and Mrs Jenkins, and whilst Howel goes to take their tickets they stand wondering and admiring.

Neither of them has ever travelled by rail, and both are equally nervous at the prospect.

They are just in time for the express, and soon find themselves seated in a first-class carriage.

As it is a carriage of two compartments, Howel fastens the door between the two, draws down the blind, puts some coats on the fourth seat, and says they will now have it to themselves all the way to London.
Netta seizes his hand and screams when the steam whistle sounds, and his mother falls down upon him from the opposite seat He laughs aloud, and seems in such buoyant spirits that the women laugh too; and very soon Netta has quite forgotten her home, as with her hand clasped in Howel's he unfolds to her his future plans and arranges hers.
'Deet, and this is like a sofa in a drawing-room.

I shall be asleep if I don't take care,' says Mrs Jenkins.
'The best thing you can do, mother.