Occupying a seat just in front of me in the Pullman, was a young couple, evidently recently engaged.
Occasionally fragments of their conversation came to my ears, though I give you my word I was not endeavoring to pry into their secrets.
I was, however, a little bit interested when I heard him say:
"I believe you cared for me the first time we ever met."
"Why, what makes you think so?" she demanded.
"Because you kept looking at me steadily. Every time I glanced in your direction your gaze was riveted upon me."
The girl laughed in glee.
"Oh, but it wasn't because I had fallen in love with you. I was thinking what a pity it was there was no one near and dear to you who could tell you what wretched taste you had in neckties."