Are you going to sleep ?" "No," I whispered back again.
"Let us move into the corridor.

It will be cooler there." There seemed to me quite a new sound of determination and resolve in his voice.

His nervousness had left him with the daylight.

He led the way out of the carriage, turned down the little seats in the corridor, provided cigarettes.
"It isn't much better here, but we'll have the window open.

It'll get better.