She laid her hand on the woman's arm.
"What is it ?" she asked.

"Have you lost your child ?" The woman looked at her vaguely, bewildered by the surrounding horror.
"Iss.

Us dunnaw wur er's tu; er's dade, I reckon.

Aw, my li'l, li'l chiel!" And she rocked to and fro, clutching her shawl more closely round her.
Diana put a few brief questions and elicited that the woman and her child had both been taken unhurt out of a third-class carriage--of the ten souls who had occupied the compartment the only ones to escape injury.
"I'll go and look for him," she told her.

"I expect he has only strayed away and lost sight of you amongst all these people.