"Calm and unembarrassed as a fate" she returned the popular gaze, and appeared somewhat bored by my efforts to find Harry.
In the midst of an earnest discussion with the station-master she begged me for a penny to put into an automatic sweetmeat machine, which she had seen a small boy work successfully.

I refused, curtly, and turned to the station-master.

A roar of laughter interrupted me again.

Carlotta, with outstretched hand and pleading eyes, like an organ-grinder's monkey, had induced the boy to part with the sticky bit of toffee, and was in the act of conveying it to her mouth.
"I'll call to-morrow morning," said I hurriedly to the station-master.
"If the gentleman should come meanwhile, tell him to leave his name and address." Then I took Carlotta by the arm and, accompanied by my train of satellites, I thrust her into the first hansom-cab I could see.
There was no sign or token of Harry.

No pretty young man was hanging dejectedly about the station.