Elizabeth, standing on the platform waited till he turned in her direction--caught his eye, and beckoned.

He came with alacrity.

She stooped over the rail to speak to him.
"I'm afraid you'll think it very absurd"-- her shy smile broke again--"but do you think there's anyone in this train who plays bridge ?" He laughed.
"Certainly.

There is a game going on at this moment in the car behind you." "Is it--is it anybody--we could ask to luncheon ?--who'd come, I mean," she added, hurriedly.
"I should think they'd come--I should think they'd be glad.

Your cook, Yerkes, is famous on the line.