When she looked up again they had dipped down on the other side of the hill.
Maggie had only once in all her life been in a train, but on this present occasion she did not find it very thrilling.

It was rather like being in anything else, and her imagination exercised itself upon the people in the carriage rather than the scenery outside.

She was at first extremely self-conscious and fancied that every one whispered about her.

Then, lulled by the motion of the train and the warmth, she slept; she was more deeply exhausted by the events of the last week than she knew, and throughout the day she slumbered, woke, and slumbered again.
Quite suddenly she awoke with a definite shock to a new world.

Evening had come; there were lights that rushed up to the train, stared in at the window, and rushed away again.