My husband is a great invalid, but I was not so fortunate as to get someone to refund us our passage-money." "What name did you say?" asked the clerk, counting. "Mr. and Mrs. Carr. Thank you," and he handed her the slip of paper. "Thank you," said Sarah, with a bewitching smile, and swept down to her cab again. John Rex was gnawing his nails in sullen apathy. She displayed the passage-ticket.
"I swear," she uttered, "that I went to the station with M. Vincent; that he assured me that he was going to Brazil; that he had his passage-ticket; and that all his baggage was marked, 'Rio de Janeiro." The disappointment was great: and M. de Tregars manifested it by a gesture. "At least," he insisted, "tell me who the woman was whose place you took here."