MR. RICHARDS: "No, no! Don't be frightened."

MISS GALBRAITH, running towards the rear door. "Oh, I MUST get out!
It will kill me, I know it will. Come with me! Do, do!" He runs
after her, and her voice is heard at the rear of the car. "Oh, the
outside door is locked, and we are trapped, trapped, trapped! Oh,
quick! Let's try the door at the other end." They re-enter the
parlor, and the roar of the train announces that it is upon them.
"No, no! It's too late, it's too late! I'm a wicked, wicked girl,
and this is all to punish me! Oh, it's coming, it's coming at full
speed!" He remains bewildered, confronting her. She utters a wild
cry, and as the train strikes the car with a violent concussion, she
flings herself into his arms. "There, there! Forgive me, Allen!
Let us die together, my own, own love!" She hangs fainting on his
breast. Voices are heard without, and after a little delay The
Porter comes in with a lantern.

PORTER: "Rather more of a jah than we meant to give you, sah! We
had to run down pretty quick after we missed you, and the rain made
the track a little slippery. Lady much frightened?"

MISS GALBRAITH, disengaging herself: "Oh, not at all! Not in the
least. We thought it was a train coming from behind, and going to
run into us, and so--we--I" -

PORTER: "Not quite so bad as that. We'll be into Schenectady in a
few minutes, miss. I'll come for your things." He goes out at the
other door.