She responded, twisting her body and face towards him, so that her sweet and ingratiating smiles could not be seen by the motorman.

Then, she reversed the process and gave a few fleeting smiles to the grim-looking motorman.

It was as clear a case of How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away, as one could well see.
Just then the car came to a transfer point.

The girl had a transfer and left, smiling sweetly, but separately, in turn, to the motorman and her young Italian friend.

The latter watched her go.