He comed in so quiet that Sam didn' see 'un at first; but when he turned roun', there was the man standin' an' starin' at 'un.

'Twas a strange-looking party, dressed i' black--a better-most body, like.
"'Aw, good eveling!' says Sam.
"'Good eveling,' says the man i' black, an' nods t'wards the chest.
'How's deceased ?' "'Gettin' a bit costly,' answers Sam, 'but doin' purty well, consederin'.

You'm wantin' more fees, I reckon'; an' wi' that he dives hes hand into hes trowsy-pocket.
"'I don't want no fees,' says the man.
"Sam was knacked 'pon a heap wi' this.
"'Well, then, you'm the fust man I've a-met in Spain as doesn',' he says.
"That ain't onlikely,' says the man; and Sam noticed for the fust time that he'd a-been speakin' English all along.

'I be a-travellin', same as you,' he adds.
"'You'll 'scuse me, sir, but this compartment es resarved.' "'That's a pity,' says the stranger, ''cos the train's a-started.' "So 'twas.

Sam hadn' a-noticed et, but they was movin' on.
Hows'ever, he detarmined to make the best o't; so he ups and says, perlite-like-- "'Terrable hot weather this, ain't et, sir ?' Somehow et seemed to Sam as ef et had got hotter sence the stranger comed in.
"'I don't feel so mighty hot,' says the man.