The fellows tried to grin, of course, but I fancy they were rather blue about it.
Our tickets cost 45 shillings 6 pence each, not counting grub on the way, which about finished up a L5 note for the two of us.
Jim and I had a stunning time in the train.

There was only one other old chap in the carriage.

When the fellow came for the tickets outside Dover, Jim happened to be up on the luggage rack, and the fellow would never have spotted him if the rack hadn't given way.

Then he got crusty, and we all but got left behind by the steamer.
Beastly tubs those steamers are! I wonder why they don't make some that go steady.

And they ought to make the seats facing the side of the vessel, and not with your back to it.