Some of the other second-cabin passengers had made themselves quite smart in various, not too distinguished ways.

He had not changed his dress at all, and the large valise upon the luggage rack was worn and battered as if with long and rough usage.

The woman wondered a little if he would address her, and inquire after the health of her mistress.

But, being an astute creature, she only wondered this for an instant, the next she realised that, for one reason or another, it was clear that he was not of the tribe of second-rate persons who pursue an accidental acquaintance with their superiors in fortune, through sociable interchange with their footmen or maids.
When the train slackened its speed at the platform of the station, he got up, reaching down his valise and leaving the carriage, strode to the nearest hansom cab, waving the porter aside.
"Charing Cross," he called out to the driver, jumped in, and was rattled away.
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