“Would you like to sit down here, sir?”
“Yes, thank you,” answered the young man, and sank into the seat beside Phil.
“Sorry to inconvenience you,” he said, with a glance at the bag.
“Oh, not at all,” returned Phil. “I only put the valise on the seat till it was wanted by some passenger.”
“You are more considerate than some passengers,” observed the young man. “In the next car is a woman, an elderly party, who is taking up three extra seats to accommodate her bags and boxes.”
“That seems rather selfish,” remarked Phil.
“Selfish! I should say so. I paused a minute at her seat as I passed along, and she was terribly afraid I wanted to sit down. She didn't offer to move anything, though, as you have. I stopped long enough to make her feel uncomfortable, and then passed on. I don't think I have fared any the worse for doing so. I would rather sit beside you than her.”
“Am I to consider that a compliment?” asked Phil, smiling.
“Well, yes, if you choose. Not that it is saying much to call you more agreeable company than the old party alluded to. Are you going to New York?”
“Yes, sir.”