MR. ROBERTS. No. And now, dear, I think you'd better go back to your
berth.

MRS. ROBERTS. I couldn't sleep, and I shall not go back. Is this your
place? I will just rest my head on your shoulder; and we must both be
perfectly quiet. You've no idea what a nuisance I have been making of
myself. The whole car was perfectly furious at me one time, I kept
talking so loud. I don't know how I came to do it, but I suppose it was
thinking about you and Willis meeting without knowing each other made me
nervous, and I couldn't be still. I woke everybody up with my talking,
and some of them were quite outrageous in their remarks; but I didn't
blame them the least bit, for I should have been just as bad. That
California gentleman was perfectly splendid, though. I can tell you _he_
made them stop. We struck up quite a friendship. I told him I had a
brother coming on from California, and he's going to try to think whether
he knows Willis. [Groans and inarticulate protests make themselves heard
from different berths.] I declare, I've got to talking again! There,
now, I _shall_ stop, and they won't hear another squeak from me the rest
of the night. [She lifts her head from her husband's shoulder.] I
wonder if baby will roll out. He _does_ kick so! And I just sprang up
and left him when I heard your voice, without putting anything to keep
him in. I _must_ go and have a look at him, or I never can settle down.
No, no, don't you go, Edward; you'll be prying into all the wrong berths
in the car, you poor thing! You stay here, and I'll be back in half a
second. I wonder which is my berth. Ah! that's it; I know the one now.
[She makes a sudden dash at a berth, and pulling open the curtains is
confronted by the bearded visage of THE CALIFORNIAN.] Ah! Ow! ow!
Edward! Ah! I--I beg your pardon, sir; excuse me; I didn't know it was
you. I came for my baby.