He was conscious of wanting a seat and a breakfast; he was also conscious of wanting to look at the station he was leaving, which he dimly felt he might never see again; and he was, above all, conscious that he looked a fool and would like not to.

In such a turmoil he lugged at the gladstone and got it into a corner, and then turned to the window in the cleared space with a determination.

In turning he caught the Captain's face stuck round the little door.

It was withdrawn at once, but came out again, and he heard for the second time the unfamiliar title: "Say, padre; come in here.

There's room after all." Peter felt cheered.