Cabs rattled by him over the bridge on their way to meet the train from London, at twenty minutes to six.

After a moment's hesitation, the captain sauntered after the cabs.

When it is one of a man's regular habits to live upon his fellow-creatures, that man is always more or less fond of haunting large railway stations.

Captain Wragge gleaned the human field, and on that unoccupied afternoon the York terminus was as likely a corner to look about in as any other.
He reached the platform a few minutes after the train had arrived.
That entire incapability of devising administrative measures for the management of large crowds, which is one of the characteristics of Englishmen in authority, is nowhere more strikingly exemplified than at York.

Three different lines of railway assemble three passenger mobs, from morning to night, under one roof; and leave them to raise a traveler's riot, with all the assistance which the bewildered servants of the company can render to increase the confusion.