And he drew Tom forward along the train. They were going to get into another compartment, but seeing the looks of terror on the face of the woman and little girl already there, they refrained and went further.
Aggressively they entered another smoking compartment. A couple of fat tradesmen and a clergyman glowered at them. One of the tradesmen pulled out a handkerchief, shook it, and pretended to wipe his nose. There was perfume in the air.
"Oh my aunt!" said Tom, putting his hand on his stomach. "Turns me right over."
"What?" asked Jack.
"All this smell o' scent."
Jack grinned to himself. But he was back in civilisation, and he involuntarily stiffened.
"Hello! There's Sam Ellis!" Tom leaned out of the door. "Hello, Sam! How's things, eh?"
The young fellow addressed looked at Tom, grinned sicklily, and turned away. He didn't know Tom from Adam.
"Let's have another drink!" said Tom, flabbergasted, getting out of the train.
Jack followed, and they started down the platform, when the train jogged, jerked, and began to pull away. Instantly they ran for it, caught the rail of the guard's van, and swung themselves in. The interior was empty, so they sat down on the little boxes let in at the side. Then the two eyed each other self-consciously, uncomfortably. They felt uncomfortable and aware of themselves all at once.