He lowered one of the upper beds, climbed into it, stretched himself out and lay in silence staring at the carriage-roof.

His body was a shadow in the half-light, touched once and again by the gesture of the swinging lamp, that swept him out of darkness and back into it again.

The remaining three of us did not during either that evening or the next day make much progress.

At times there would of course be tea, and then the two Sisters who were in a compartment close at hand joined us.
Marie Ivanovna, Trenchard's lady, was quieter than she had been before.

Her face, which now seemed younger than ever, wore a look of important seriousness as though she were conscious of the indecency of her earlier excitement.