I think you ought to be all right as the trains aren't crowded.

Good-bye." Nan held out her hand impulsively.
"Good-bye," she said.

"And, once more, thank you ever so much." His hand closed firmly round hers.
"There's no need.

I'm only too glad to have been of any service." He raised his hat and moved away and Nan could see the slight limp of which he had spoken--his "souvenir of hell." The porter fulfilled his obligations and bestowed her in an empty first-class carriage, even exerting himself to fetch a newspaper boy from whom she purchased a small sheaf of magazines.

The train started and very soon the restaurant attendant came along.