The priest nodded pleasantly.
“And he, like yourself,” he asked, “is he, too, English?”
Ughtred looked around, and lowered his voice.
“He has been in the English army, but he is not an Englishman. He has had a very unfortunate history. I wish that I could tell it to you, but the time is too short, and he does not like to be talked about.”
The priest’s face shone with sympathy.
“Poor fellow!” he murmured.
“Brand!”
They both looked up. Brand himself had entered the coupé. There was a slight frown upon his forehead, and his tone was curt.
“I wish you would explain to the conductor about our tickets,” he said. “He is very stupid, and I cannot make him understand.”