I daresay there's plenty of room on the train.

You shan't sleep with the servants.

And don't lie awake blaming poor old Rox.

He's lonesome and unhappy, and he--" "But he has a place to sleep," she lamented.

"I'm so sorry, Mr.Brock.
It's perfectly horrid, and I'm--I'm dreadfully afraid you won't be able to get a berth.