Voice [outside]. Stop, stop! [Enter Mrs Jennings hurriedly].
Guard. Stop! We can't stop. Come along, ma'am, or you'll be left behind. [Opens door].
Mrs Jennings [on platform looking at carriage]. Is it empty?
Guard [impatiently]. This end's empty.
Mrs Jennings [looking in]. But the other isn't. There's a man. Some careless woman's forgotten her husband in the carriage.
Guard. Are you going to get in, ma'am? If you're not, the platform's empty. You can have that to yourself if you like.
[Mrs Jennings gets in unwillingly: Guard bangs door, whistles, train goes].
Mrs Jennings. Oh, what a dust! [sneezes violently].
Duke [waking with a start]. Oh! I beg your pardon!
Mrs Jennings [leaning back and panting in her corner]. What for?