The short-lived energy that enabled her to talk was dying out.

Her hands and feet were cold as ice.
Her head was hot as fire.

Her frame was faint almost to swooning.
The train sped on.

The party in the carriage fell into silence that lasted until the train "slowed," and stopped at a little way station.
"Here we are!" said Sister Josephine, rising to leave the carriage with her companions.
The guard opened the door.
Sister Josephine led the way out, and then took the hand of the half fainting Salome, to help her on.
The two other sisters followed.

A close carriage, with an aged coachman on the box, awaited them.