The quarter-past three train is a great favorite--more people travel by that than by any other--and the platform is crowded by ladies, children, tourists, commercial gentlemen.

There are very few of the humbler class.

Ten minutes past three.

The passengers are taking their places.

The goddess of discord and noise reigns supreme, when from one of the smaller doors there glides, with soft, almost noiseless step, the figure of a woman.
She wore a long gray cloak that entirely shrouded her figure; a black veil hid her face so completely that not one feature could be seen.