CHAPTER X.
JESSICA BROWN Meantime, where was Marjorie?
To go back to where we left her, in the railroad train, she had fallen asleep from utter exhaustion of nerve and body.
But her nap was of short duration.

She woke with a start, and found, to her surprise, that she was leaning her head against somebody's shoulder.
She looked up, to see the red-faced man gravely regarding her, though he smiled as their eyes met.
"Feel better, little miss ?" he said, and again Marjorie felt a strange repulsion, though he spoke kindly enough.
Her mind was bewildered, she was nervous and frightened, yet she had a positive conviction that she ought not to talk to this strange man.

She did not like his face, even if his voice was kind.
"Yes, thank you," she said, in distantly polite tones, and again she squeezed herself over toward the window, and away from her seatmate.

She sat up very straight, trying to act as grown-up as possible, and then the train stopped at a large station.

There were crowds of people hurrying and scurrying about on the platform, and Marjorie was almost sure she had reached Jersey City, where she knew she must change for New York.
She wanted to inquire, but the conductor was not in sight, and she didn't like to ask the man beside her.
So she rose, as if to leave the car.
The red-faced man rose also, and stepped back as she passed him.