"Is there a dining-car on the train?
I'm not going to be starved as well as have my night's rest cut to pieces." "Of course there isn't a dining-car," snapped her father.

"We must eat something now, and take something with us." "Sonia, Irma, quick! Be off to the larder and see what you can find.
Tell Mother Firmin to make an omelette.

Be quick!" Sonia went towards the door of the hall, followed by Irma.
"Good-night, and bon voyage, Mademoiselle Sonia," said the Duke.
"Good-night, and bon voyage, your Grace," said Sonia.
The Duke opened the door of the hall for her; and as she went out, she said anxiously, in a low voice: "Oh, do--do be careful.

I hate to think of your hurrying to Paris on a night like this.

Please be careful." "I will be careful," said the Duke.
The honk of the motor-horn told him that Jean had brought the car to the door of the chateau.