Salome did not look toward them, but doubled her vail still more closely over her face as she sat down in a corner and turned toward the window, on the left side of her seat.
The night was so dark that she could see but little, as the train flashed past what seemed to be but the black shadows of trees, fields, farm-houses, groves, villages, and lonely chateaux.
A weird midnight journey, through a strange land to an unknown bourne.
Occasionally she stole a glance through her thick vail toward her three fellow passengers, who sat opposite to her, on the back seat--three silent, black-shrouded figures who sat mute and motionless as watchers of the dead.
Very terrifying, but very appropriate figures to take part in her nightmare dream.
She turned her eyes away from those silent, shrouded, mysterious figures, and prayed to awake.
She could not yet.
But as she peered out through the darkness of the night, and saw the black shadows of the roadway flying behind her as the train sped southward, her physical powers gradually succumbed to fatigue, and her waking dream passed off in a dreamless sleep.
She slept long and profoundly.

She slept through many brief stoppages and startings at the little way stations.

She slept until she was rudely awakened by the uproar incident upon the arrival of the train at a large town.
She awoke in confusion.

Day was dawning.

Many passengers were leaving the train.