“That’s no reason why you should promenade up and down, Mr. Miller. It’s very uncomfortable for me.”
“What is the meaning of this insolent behavior?”
“Why not be friendly? We’re off now, and I must go on.”
“I shall give you in charge at the next station.”
“What for?”
On reflection, I supposed she had committed no criminal offense; and with a dignified air I opened my paper.
“I don’t mind you smoking,” she said, and took out a box of chocolates.
I was at my wits’ end. Either this girl was mad or she was a dangerous and unscrupulous person. She was quite capable of making a most unpleasant and discreditable commotion on the platform at Beach Hill Station. What in the world was I to do?
“Shall we stay long at the Guntons’?” she asked.