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At Marseilles there was still more excitement and inquiry, but at last we moved off to Toulon and along the beautiful Côte d'Azur, with its grey-green olives and glimpses of sapphire sea. We were passing along by the seashore, when I ventured to slip into Duperré's compartment, old Blumenfeld and his wife being then in the luncheon-car adjoining. I inquired in a whisper what had happened.

As our breakfast, though better than that in France, was nothing so very wonderful, we begin to feel hungry, and are ready to go along early to the luncheon-car; we had a good dinner in that one on the train coming up from Port Said to Cairo, and anticipate something of the same kind. As we get up the American remarks casually, "Best pull in your belts and have a smoke there isn't any."

'First stop Willesden, yelled the porters. 'Say, conductor, said Twemlow sharply, catching the luncheon-car attendant by the sleeve, 'you've got two seats reserved for me Twemlow? 'Twemlow? Yes, sir. 'Come along, he said, 'come along. The girls kissed at the steps of the car: 'Good-bye. 'Well, good-bye all! said Twemlow. 'I hope to see you again some time. Say next fall.

The train is comfortable enough and there is a luncheon-car, so we shan't starve this time; besides, the journey to Kandy is only a few hours. There I hope we shall be met, as I haven't the least idea whereabouts my friend, Mr. Hunter's, tea-plantation is; however, I sent him a wire yesterday directly we arrived to say we would come by this train, so he is sure to be there.

She looked at Twemlow, her lips moved, she smiled. She was a woman in the world. Then they nodded and waved hands. The guard unfurled his green flag, the engine gave a curt, scornful whistle, and lo! the luncheon-car was gliding away from Leonora, Ethel, and Milly! Lo! the station was empty! 'I wonder what he will talk to her about, thought Leonora.

It was not an emotion; it was only the echo, the shadow, the memory of an emotion, gone before it could be seized. And then, suddenly, they were face to face. He was on his way from the luncheon-car to the compartment he shared with two or three men at the other end of the train. She was standing in the corridor, looking out at the vaporous English landscape.

No luncheon-car! No means of getting any kind of refreshment on the train! And we, having started at eight, are in for a journey of fourteen hours! Lively this! It is one of the little incidental discomforts of travel! The American is in the same plight himself.

As it was one o'clock, he took his seat in the luncheon-car, making sure in advance that she wasn't there. He had come to the conclusion by this time that she was not on the train at all that she hadn't been on the steamer.

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