Roxbury tried yesterday for a lower for himself." "And he--couldn't get one ?" "No, Mr.Brock.But I'll ask the maids to give up their--" "Please, please don't worry--and please don't call me Mr.Brock.I hate the name.

Good night! Now don't think about me.

I'll be all right.
You'll find me as gay as a lark in the morning." He did not give her a chance for further protest, but darted out of the compartment.

As he closed the door he had the disquieting impression that she was sitting upon the edge of her berth, giggling hysterically.
The _garde_ listened to his demand for a separate compartment with the dejection of a capable French attendant who is ever ready with joint commiseration and obduracy.

No, he was compelled to inform Monsieur the American (to the dismay of the pseudo-Englishman) it would be impossible to arrange for another compartment.