The scene intrigued Lister.

It was like watching an act in a cinema play of which one did not know the plot.
After a minute or two a lantern flashed up the track, the bell tolled, and the nearer man jumped back on the step.

Lister heard a vestibule door shut and then the throb of wheels began.

The fellow on the line frowned and threw out his hands angrily.

From the movement of his lips Lister thought he swore, but the car rolled past him and he melted into the dark.
Lister went to his berth, but did not undress.