Mrs.
Medcroft was agitated.
"Oh, what a wretched _contretemps_!" she cried in despair.

"Roxy has made a frightful mess of it, after all.

He has _not_ taken a compartment for you.

I'm--I'm afraid you'll have to take this one and--and let me go in with--" "Nonsense!" he broke in.

"Nothing of the sort! I'll find a bed, never fear.