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The engineer had put away his oil-can, and had taken his place on the engine, standing ready to begin the long journey at the moment the signal was given. John Saggart climbed into the smoking-carriage at the front part of the train. He found a place in one of the forward seats, and sank down into it with a vague feeling of uneasiness at being inside the coach instead of on the engine.
The other case I will relate more fully, as it is a very curious one, and came to my knowledge in a singular way. At a small station near Eastleigh a man wearing a highly pleased expression on his face entered the smoking-carriage in which I was travelling to London.
Miss Harriet Robinson, all alert gaiety and appreciation, had arrived at Merriston on Saturday, had talked all through Sunday, and had come up to London with Althea and Gerald on Monday morning. Gerald had gone to a smoking-carriage, and Althea had hardly exchanged a word with him.
He had not realized her presence, she thought. Yet it was none of HER fault that this was not a smoking-carriage if that was what he meant. Nobody sees any one as he is, let alone an elderly lady sitting opposite a strange young man in a railway carriage. They see a whole they see all sorts of things they see themselves.... Mrs. Norman now read three pages of one of Mr. Norris's novels.
On the railway journey to London, Jacks had the discretion to keep apart in a smoking-carriage. Dr. Derwent and his daughter exchanged but few words until they found themselves in Bryanston Square. During their absence abroad, Mrs. Hannaford had been keeping house for them.
Jim turned away, and said nothing, and by and by they went up to bed. They drove over to Bathgate the next morning and caught the seven o'clock train to Ganton, where they picked up the London express. Alone in a first-class smoking-carriage they laid their plans. "I have an idea that is worth trying before we do anything else," said Jim.
"Well, about that," Captain Barfoot began, settling himself rather deeper in his chair. Jacob Flanders, therefore, went up to Cambridge in October, 1906. "This is not a smoking-carriage," Mrs. Norman protested, nervously but very feebly, as the door swung open and a powerfully built young man jumped in. He seemed not to hear her.
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