I sank back in my seat with an injured air. The coach swayed
slightly, as it rattled over the points. The train was gathering
speed. In the far corner of the compartment the brooch of a gay
green hat winked at me over the top of The Daily Glass.

"That's a nice thing," said I.

"What?" said the girl, laying down her paper.

"Oh, nothing. Only the train's run through the station I was
going to get out at. That's all."

"How tiresome for you!"

"There are consolations. You would never have opened your small
red mouth, but for my exclamation. And I should never have
exclaimed, but for- "

"It's very rude to make personal remarks." This severely.

"Only when the person's plain or the remark rude. Note the
alliteration."

"What are you going to do?

"Obey orders, I suppose." said I, pointing to the door.

"'Wait until the train stops?'"