They both looked round them cautiously, and satisfied themselves that there was no one on the pier who knew them.

Then they fell into an animated conversation, and found each other so agreeable that they travelled together in a second-class carriage to Dublin, the Nationalist paying ninepence extra for the privilege, the Unionist sacrificing the advantages conferred by his first-class ticket.

The judge, who was going in a different train, put his head into the window of their compartment and urged them to settle their political differences by a similar compromise.

He made a habit of being festive and jocular when he was on holiday, and he particularly enjoyed poking fun at the inhabitants of foreign countries.
In the breakfast car of the train which carried him westwards he came into contact with a Local Government Board inspector.

This gentleman was extremely reticent for a long time, and was only persuaded to talk in the end when the judge assured him that he was a complete stranger in Ireland, and was not a newspaper correspondent.