MR. RICHARDS: "Is the whole train as empty as this car?"

PORTER, laughing: "Well, no, sah. Fact is, dis cah don't belong on
dis train. It's a Pullman that we hitched on when you got in, and
we's taking it along for one of de Eastern roads. We let you in
'cause de Drawing-rooms was all full. Same with de lady,"--looking
sympathetically at her, as he takes his steps to go out. "Can I do
anything for you now, miss?"

MISS GALBRAITH, plaintively: "No, thank you; nothing whatever." She
has turned while Mr. Richards and The Porter have been speaking, and
now faces the back of the former, but her veil is drawn closely. The
Porter goes out.

MR. RICHARDS, wheeling round so as to confront her: "I wish you
would speak to me half as kindly as you do to that darky, Lucy."

MISS GALBRAITH: "HE is a GENTLEMAN!"

MR. RICHARDS: "He is an urbane and well-informed nobleman. At any
rate, he's a man and a brother. But so am I." Miss Galbraith does
not reply, and after a pause Mr. Richards resumes. "Talking of
gentlemen, I recollect, once, coming up on the day-boat to
Poughkeepsie, there was a poor devil of a tipsy man kept following a
young fellow about, and annoying him to death--trying to fight him,
as a tipsy man will, and insisting that the young fellow had insulted
him. By and by he lost his balance and went overboard, and the other
jumped after him and fished him out." Sensation on the part of Miss
Galbraith, who stirs uneasily in her chair, looks out of the window,
then looks at Mr. Richards, and drops her head. "There was a young