"I can't believe it yet!"
In so saying I ingeniously betrayed my dominant feeling.
He offered me a cigarette, and said quickly:
"Shall we take a turn?"
I was going to agree to doing so when I suddenly thought of my preparations; and I was seized with the vain idea of guarding against future fatigue.
"Thanks," I said, "I've got my packing to do. What about you?"
I understood him to say he had finished. I continued:
"Are you going by my train?"
"What train?"
"The 6:50, if it still exists. The Paris Express."