The gentleman raised his eyes from his paper, and looked at Mr. Charles an instant, and then answered quietly,—
"I prefer this seat, sir."
He then went on with his reading as before.
Estelle pouted her lip, and said, though in a tone too low, perhaps, for the gentleman to hear, "What a rude man!"
"We will give you these seats, sir," said Mr. George, "if you would like them."
"Yes, they'll do just as well," said Estelle, speaking to her husband.
Mr. George rose, and saying, "Come, Rollo," he left the car.
Mr. George had some trouble in looking for other seats; but at length he succeeded in finding two that were as good as those which they had left.
"I think she might at least have thanked you for giving up your seat to accommodate her," said Rollo.
"I did not do it to accommodate her," said Mr. George; "I did it to get out of the sight and hearing of her. I would not ride from here to Paris in the same car with such a fussmaker for all the prospects in France. I had rather be shut up in a freight car."