He wore a light summer overcoat on his well-cut clothes, and had a most attractive face.
"Is there any law against putting on a first-class carriage to this night-train ?" he asked the guard in a pleasing voice.
"Well, sir, we never get first-class passengers by it," replied the man; "or hardly any passengers at all, for the matter of that.

We are too long on the road for passengers to come by us." "It might happen, though," returned the traveller, significantly.

"At any rate, I suppose there's no law against your carriages being clean, whatever their class.

Look at that one." He pointed to the one he had just left, as he walked up to the station-master.

The guard looked cross, and gave the carriage door a slam.
"Was a portmanteau left here last night by the last train from London ?" inquired the traveller of the station-master.
"No, sir; nothing was left here.