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Presumably the parlour-car companies know their own business best; but it would seem to the average "Britisher" that such a petty spirit of annoyance would be likely to do more harm than good, even in a financial way. The custom would be more excusable if it were confined to those cases in which two people shared the lower berth.
It was not until they were seated in adjoining chairs of the parlour-car that the conversation was renewed. "When do you move to town?" he inquired. However simple Mr. Brent's methods of reasoning may appear to others, his apparent clairvoyance never failed to startle Honora. "Somebody has told you that I've been looking at houses!" she exclaimed. "Have you found one?" She hesitated.
Anne had always loved it, and I was delighted that she should have it now. She set it on a table before a mirror, and here it did a double share to make the room possible. When we were alone I expressed my opinion of her choice of lodgings. "This sunless cavern!" I said. "This parlour-car furniture!" She looked a little hurt. "You don't like it?" she said. "Do you?" I snapped back.
It was not until they were seated in adjoining chairs of the parlour-car that the conversation was renewed. "When do you move to town?" he inquired. However simple Mr. Brent's methods of reasoning may appear to others, his apparent clairvoyance never failed to startle Honora. "Somebody has told you that I've been looking at houses!" she exclaimed. "Have you found one?" She hesitated.
Two things in the American parlour-car system struck me as evils that were not only unnecessary, but easily avoidable. The first of these is that most illiberal regulation which compels the porter to let down the upper berth even when it is not occupied.
Breaking suddenly upon the steady drumming of the trucks, the prolonged and husky roar of a locomotive whistle saluted an immediate grade-crossing. Roused by this sound from his solitary musings in the parlour-car of which he happened temporarily to be the sole occupant, Mr.
On the voyage home, she gently talked me out of my disappointment, and into a wiser frame of mind. It was a surprise, of course, she admitted, to find that our wilderness was so little, and to discover the trail of a parlour-car on the edge of Paradise. But why not turn the surprise around, and make it pleasant instead of disagreeable? Why not look at the contrast from the side that we liked best?
The lady had not noticed anything, since she still kept her bonnet on and the thick veil tightly drawn over her face. I took pity on her, and offered to go out into the corridor to smoke a cigarette, so that she might make herself a little more comfortable until we arrived at some large station, where she would enter another parlour-car.
The next day, as I lay back in my seat in the parlour-car and gazed at the autumn landscape, I indulged in a luxurious contemplation of the picture she had made as she stood on the lawn under the trees in the early morning light, when my carriage had driven away; and I had turned, to perceive that her eyes had followed me. I was not in love with her, of course.
At last we were seated. The negro was gone, the guide went out and locked the door after him. Seeing that the open window was disagreeable to the lady, I volunteered to close it. She accepted gratefully, and at the same time expressed her regrets that, in consequence of the accident to the parlour-car, she had been compelled to disturb me.
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