He turned to his friend smilingly and told her to enter, with apparently as much indifference as a millionaire.

He got in and sat by her side; but knew not how on earth he was to get out of his predicament.
The young lady chatted gayly and wondered at Belton's dullness.
Belton, poor fellow, was having a tough wrestle with poverty and was trying to coin something out of nothing.

Now and then, at some humorous remark, he would smile a faint, sickly smile.

Thus it went on until they arrived at the station.

Belton by this time decided upon a plan of campaign.
They alighted from the carriage and Belton escorted his friend into the coach.