"Really? How I should have liked to be in the same carriage. Perhaps I should have heard the creature talk. Oh, and this compartment is so full, so hot! Is it impossible to find a better?"
Dyce rushed at a passing guard. He learnt that, if Miss Tomalin were willing to change half way on her journey, she could travel at ease; only the through carriages for Hollingford were packed. To this May at once consented. Dyce seized her dressing-bag, her umbrella; they sped to another part of the train, and sprang, both of them, into an empty first-class.
"This is delightful!" cried the girl. "I am so much obliged to you!"
"Tickets, please."
"Shown already," replied May. "Change of carriage."
The door was slammed, locked. The whistle sounded.
"But we're starting!" May exclaimed. "Quick! Jump out, Mr. Lashmar!"
Dyce sat still, smiling calmly.
"It's too late, I'm afraid I mustn't try to escape by the window."
"Oh, and you have sacrificed yourself just to make me more comfortable! How inconvenient it will be for you! What a waste of time!"