Express to
Newton. Track No. 5."
Campbell: "Ah, she's off! She's going to take the wrong train. She's
gathering her traps together, Roberts!"
Roberts: "I'll go and speak to her." He makes a sudden dash for the
woman in the corner. Campbell takes up his magazine, and watches him
over the top of it, as he stops before the woman, in a confidential
attitude. In a moment she rises, and with a dumb show of offence
gathers up her belongings and marches past Roberts to the door, with
an angry glance backward at him over her shoulder. He returns
crestfallen to Campbell.
Campbell, looking up from his magazine, in affected surprise: "Where's
your cook? You don't mean to say she was the wrong woman?"
Roberts, gloomily: "She wasn't the right one."
Campbell: "How do you know? What did you say to her?"
Roberts: "I asked her if she had an appointment to meet a gentleman
here."
Campbell: "You _did_? And what did she say?"
Roberts: "She said 'No!' very sharply. She seemed to take it in
dudgeon; she fired up."
Campbell: "I should think so. Sounded like an improper advertisement."
Roberts, in great distress: _"Don't_, Willis, for Heaven's sake!"
Campbell: "Why, you must see it had a very clandestine look.
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