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As it chanced, he also was journeying to Salisbury, so they became travelling companions, and the chance acquaintanceship ripened rapidly. In the evening they dined together in the restaurant-car and sat long over their meal; and then it was that Ailsa chanced to mention the name of Major Carew.
"Tea, please," I said, jauntily, confidently, as we entered the spotless and appetizing restaurant-car. The extremely polite and kind captain of the car was obviously taken aback. But he instinctively grasped that the reputation of the train hung in the balance, and he regained his self-possession. "Tea?" His questioning inflection delicately hinted: "Try not to be too eccentric." "Tea." "Here?"
And thus we chatted until dinner was announced, and we went together along the corridor to the restaurant-car, where we sat opposite each other. As the train sped along over the flat fertile country through Doncaster and Grantham on that moonlit winter's night we sat gossiping pleasantly, for I had looked forward to a lonely journey back to London.
"Will you bring me some tea, please?" He was sympathetic, but he said flatly I couldn't have tea, nor anything, and that nobody could have anything at all for an hour and a half, as there would be no restaurant-car till Elkhart, and Elkhart was quite ninety miles off. He added that an engine had broken down at Cleveland. I lay in collapse for over an hour, and then, summoning my manhood, arose.
She was apparently so preoccupied with her handbag, which contained her purse, that she had no anxiety left over for her heavy belongings. As they hastened forward, he saw the luggage being tumbled out on to the platform. The Glasgow train rolled grandiosely in, and the restaurant-car came to a standstill almost exactly opposite the end of the North Stafford platform.
Here is a fragment from the restaurant-car: 'Look at here! Me and some friends of mine are going to dine at this table. We don't want to be separated and 'You 'ave your number for the service, sar? 'Number? What number? We want to dine here, I tell you. 'You shall get your number, sar, for the first service? 'Haow's that? Where in thunder do we get the numbers, anyway?
I think that in order to savor Indianapolis properly one should approach it as I approached it in an accommodation-train on a single track, a train with a happy-go-lucky but still agreeable service in its restaurant-car, a train that halts at every barn-door in the vast flat, featureless fields of yellow stubble, rolling sometimes over a muddy, brown river, and skirting now and then a welcome wooded cleft in the monotony of the landscape.
So all his life, the word 'Zagazig' carried memories of a brick shed, the flicker of an oil-lamp's floating wick, a sky full of eyes, and an engine coughing in a desert at the world's end; which memories returned in a restaurant-car jolting through what seemed to be miles of brilliantly lighted streets and factories.
Behind the sleeping-car was a third vehicle, the restaurant-car, consisting of an old soap box mounted on four solid wooden wheels, which were fastened to the axles by huge conical bolts; in this he kept his provisions; lumps of bread and fat, bottles and vegetables, all mixed up in agreeable confusion.
So they both started on their way to the dining-car. It was quite a journey, for two parlor-cars separated them from the restaurant-car, and those two cars were crowded. It was the season for the great pilgrimage of a few Parisians and a good many English towards Nice, Cannes, and Monte Carlo. The express was running very fast, and was pitching violently. One needed sea-legs.
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