It was against the rules, irrevocably.
"Then I guess I'll have to sit here all night," said Brock faintly.

He was forgetting his English.
"If M'sieur will not occupy his own bed, yes," said the guard, shrugging his shoulders and washing his hands of the whole incomprehensible affair.

"M'sieur will then be up to receive the Customs officers at the frontier.

Perhaps he will give me the keys to Madame's trunks, so that she may not be disturbed." "Ask her for 'em yourself," growled Brock, after one dazed moment of dismay.
The hours crawled slowly by.

He paced the length of the wriggling corridor a hundred times, back and forth; he sat on every window-seat in the carriage; he nodded and dozed and groaned, and laughed at himself in the deepest derision all through the dismal night.