"Ah! It was n't started then. Comic thing! Of course they 're awfully proud in Geneva of the view of Mont Blanc."
"Yes," said Denry.
"Ever noticed how queer women are about that view? They 're no end keen on it at first, but after a day or two it gets on their nerves."
"Yes," said Denry. "I 've noticed that myself. My wife..."
He stopped because he did n't know what he was going to say.
The eyeglass nodded understandingly. "All alike," it said. "Odd thing!"
When Denry introduced himself into the two-berth compartment which he had managed to secure at the end of the carriage for himself and Nellie, the poor tired child was as wakeful as an owl.
"Who have you been talking to?" she yawned.
"The eyeglass johnny."
"Oh! Really!" Nellie murmured, interested and impressed. "With him, have you? I could hear voices. What sort of a man is he?"