Yet I knew that one of these enchantresses expected to be kissed, and that the other very definitely didn't.

Therefore I kissed them both.
Then I bolted toward the gate.
"Tickets!" demanded the gateman, stopping me.
At last I found them in the inside pocket of my overcoat.

I don't know how they got there.

I never carry tickets in that pocket.
As the train began to move I looked at my watch and, discovering it to be three minutes fast, set it right.

That is the sort of train the Congressional Limited is.