FOOTNOTES:
In our heads five senses dwell,
In many ways we use them,
But when we love a maiden well
Alas! we quickly lose them.
VIOLETTE NURSES HER FATHER WITH ALARMING RESULTS
The comfort of a long railway journey is largely dependent on the number of people travelling in the compartment. Two is the ideal number, as one person can lie outstretched on each side. Two is company but three is none, and is nearly as bad as four, in fact it verges on misery for two out of the three, but five makes comfort impossible.
Such was the state of things in Monsieur Beaupaire's coupé. Monsieur, Madame, and Mademoiselle Beaupaire were congratulating themselves on travelling undisturbed, when a couple of English tourists clambered in—or rather were pushed in just as the train was moving, in spite of the protests and remonstrances of the Beaupaires.
The compartment became unbearably stuffy, all the windows being, as is usual on the Continent, hermetically sealed.