A central door in the forward end of the compartment opened into a similar compartment.

It was occupied by my wife and daughter.

About nine in the evening, while we halted a while at a station, Barney and Satan came and undid the clumsy big hold-alls, and spread the bedding on the sofas in both compartments--mattresses, sheets, gay coverlets, pillows, all complete; there are no chambermaids in India -- apparently it was an office that was never heard of.

Then they closed the communicating door, nimbly tidied up our place, put the night-clothing on the beds and the slippers under them, then returned to their own quarters.
January 31.

It was novel and pleasant, and I stayed awake as long as I could, to enjoy it, and to read about those strange people the Thugs.