"Now I think of it, I remember one has to drive from Wells.

Can I have a ticket to there ?" He glanced at the clock.
"The train goes in ten minutes, miss," he said.
Jeanne travelled first, because she had never thought of travelling any other way.

She sat in the corner of an empty carriage, looking steadily out of the window, and seeing nothing but the fragments of her little life.

Now that she was detached from it, she seemed to realize how little real pleasure she had found in the life which the Princess had insisted upon dragging her into.

She remembered how every man whom she had met addressed her with the same EMPRESSEMENT, how their eyes seemed to have followed her about almost covetously, how the girls had openly envied her, how the court of the men had been so monotonous and so unreal.