There was a cook with a kitchen of his own on board, a real chef like a French nobleman in disguise.

There were also a waiter and a servant-maid.
My own maid Maggie was quite awed at first.

We were as far as Cologne before she summoned up courage to order them about.

Whenever we stopped Rooke was on the platform with local officials, and kept the door of my carriage like a sentry on duty.
At Fiume, when the train slowed down, I saw Rupert waiting on the platform.

He looked magnificent, towering over everybody there like a giant.