But you can have a seat in _this_ one, Miss.

It is every bit as good as the other," concluded the old man, leading the way to a lady's carriage some yards in advance.
"Reserved for a wedding party--reserved for the Duke and Duchess of Hereward and their retinue!" How her heart fainted, almost unto death, with a new sense of infinite disappointment and regret at what might have been and what was! Reserved for the Duke and Duchess of Hereward! Ah, Heaven! "Here you are, Miss!" said the guard, opening the door of an empty carriage.
"How long will it be before the train starts ?" inquired the fugitive in a low voice.
The guard looked at his big silver watch and answered: "Time'll be up in three minutes, Miss." "But if the--the--wedding party should not arrive before that ?" hesitatingly inquired Salome.
"Train starts all the same, Miss! Can't even wait for dukes and duchesses.

'Gin the law!" answered the old guard, as he touched his hat and closed and locked the door.
Salome sank back in her deeply-cushioned seat, thankful, at least, that she was alone in the carriage.
And in three minutes the tidal train started..