With a faint murmur, whether of invitation or not I scarce could tell, she drew back again to the farther side of the seat.

Before I knew how or why, I was at her side.

The driver pushed shut the door, and whipped up his team.
Personally I am gifted with but small imagination.

In a very matter of fact way I had got into this carriage with a strange lady.

Now in a sober and matter of fact way it appeared to me my duty to find out the reason for this singular situation.
"Madam," I remarked to my companion, "in what manner can I be of service to you this evening ?" I made no attempt to explain who I was, or to ask who or what she herself was, for I had no doubt that our interview soon would be terminated.
"I am fortunate that you are a gentleman," she said, in a low and soft voice, quite distinct, quite musical in quality, and marked with just the faintest trace of some foreign accent, although her English was perfect.
I looked again at her.