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They do not know what to make of it. The porter goes up to the station-master, and says: "Beg pardon, sir, but there's a strange train in the station." "Oh!" answers the station-master, surprised, "where did it come from?" "Don't know," replies the man; "it doesn't seem to know itself." "Dear me," says the station-master, "how very extraordinary! What does it want?"
Miss Baden-Powell at this time was travelling in Scotland, and at some out-of-the-way station she and her boxes detrained. The station-master passing along the platform noticed the name of Baden-Powell on the trunks, and instantly rushed towards her, with beaming face and extended hand, "Gie me the honour, ma'am," he cried, "o' shakin' your hand."
It was took out ten minutes syne. A man brought the ticket and took it away on his shoulder." "Thank you. There's been a mistake, but the blame's mine. My man mistook my orders." Then he returned to the now nervous taxi-driver. "I've taken it up with the station-master and he's putting the police on. You'll likely be wanted, so I gave him your number.
How long before the relief comes down?" he asked, intercepting the station-master as he came rushing out from his office and slammed the door behind him. "Maybe an hour, sir, before we get you started again. I can't honestly promise you less than forty minutes." "Very well, then: I'm going to borrow Sir Warwick's rod, there, and fill up the time," said Mr. Molesworth, pointing at it.
And it was at this moment, amidst the growing crowd of patients whom the bearers were bringing, that the Toulouse train at last came in. The tumult increased, the confusion became extraordinary. Bells rang and signals worked, whilst the station-master was seen rushing up, shouting with all the strength of his lungs: "Be careful there! Clear the line at once!"
The train rolled into the station; passengers stepped in and out; doors slammed, and the guard had already placed the whistle in his mouth, when Captain Crippen, breathing stentorously, came stumbling blindly on to the platform, and was hustled into a third class carriage. "Close shave that, sir," said the station-master as he closed the door.
But before he caught sight of her, he saw her husband, whom the station-master was deferentially escorting through the crowd. "Ah, yes! The husband." Only now for the first time did Vronsky realize clearly the fact that there was a person attached to her, a husband.
When we reached the post-station, which was about seven miles away, it was between three and four o'clock in the morning; and, after rousing the station-master and sending a driver with a team of fresh horses after the abandoned sleigh, we drank two or three tumblerfuls of hot tea, brought in blankets and pillows from the sleigh of Schwartz and Malchanski, and went to bed on the floor.
Down the great iron way the huge locomotive rushed onward, leaping and bounding across the maze of metals, tearing past the dazzling signal lights, through crowded stations where its passing was like the roar of some earth-shaking monster. The station-master at Crewe unhooked his telephone receiver and rang up Liverpool. "What about this special?" he demanded.
Remember next time I report you to the station-master. My time's of value, though yours mayn't be. Here" here being a tip. "Extremely sorry, Mrs. Munt." "Not at all, Mr. Wilcox." "And do you object to going through the village? It is rather a longer spin, but I have one or two commissions." "I should love going through the village. Naturally I am very anxious to talk things over with you."
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