Hard angular wood, a low roof, a shabby square of window aloof, demanding of him to quit the seat he insisted on having, if he would indulge in views of the passing scenery,--such was the furniture of dens where a refinement of castigation was practised on villain poverty by denying leathers to the windows, or else buttons to the leathers, so that the windows had either to be up or down, but refused to shelter and freshen simultaneously.
Dacier selected a compartment occupied by two old women, a mother and babe and little maid, and a labouring man.

There he installed her, with an eager look that she would not notice.
'You will want the window down,' he said.
She applied to her fellow-travellers for the permission; and struggling to get the window down, he was irritated to animadvert on 'these carriages' of the benevolent railway Company.
'Do not forget that the wealthy are well treated, or you may be unjust,' said she, to pacify him.
His mouth sharpened its line while he tried arts and energies on the refractory window.

She told him to leave it.

'You can't breathe this atmosphere!' he cried, and called to a porter, who did the work, remarking that it was rather stiff.
The door was banged and fastened.

Dacier had to hang on the step to see her in the farewell.