His honest, deep-set, blue eyes glistened under their shaggy eyebrows as they looked down upon me.
"Can I do nothing more for you, mam'zelle ?" he asked.

"Shall I see after your luggage ?" "Oh! that will be all right, thank you," I replied, "but is this the train for Southampton, and how soon will it start ?" I was watching anxiously the stream of people going to and fro, lest I should see some person who knew me.

Yet who was there in London who could know me?
"It will be off in five minutes," answered the seaman.

"Shall I look out a carriage for you ?" He was somewhat careful in making his selection; finally he put me into a compartment where there were only two ladies, and he stood in front of the door, but with his back turned toward it, until the train was about to start.

Then he touched his hat again with a gesture of farewell, and ran away to a second-class carriage.
I sighed with satisfaction as the train rushed swiftly through the dimly-lighted suburbs of London, and entered upon the open country.