'You are much more likely to leave it behind yourself.'

'What--with my soldier, my Stratiotes, in it? I think I see myself.'

'Give it to me,' said Gerard. 'Of course I can't see you carrying a
great thing like that.'

'Can't you, indeed?'

'Gently, gently, my dear,' said Miss Mary, as the young people seemed
very near a skirmish, and the train was sweeping up. Then there was
another small scuffle, for Nuttie had set her heart on the third
class; but Mr. Dutton had taken second-class tickets, and was about
to hand them into a carriage whence there had just emerged a very
supercilious black-moustached valet, who was pulling out a leather-
covered dressing-case, while Gerard was consoling Nuttie by telling
her that Monsieur never deigned to go third class.

'It is a smoking carriage,' said Miss Nugent, on the step. 'Pah! how
it smells,' as she jumped back.

'Beautiful backy--a perfect nosegay,' said Gerard.

'Trust that fellow for having the best.'

'His master's, no doubt,' suggested Mr. Dutton.

'You'd better go in it, to enjoy his reversion,' said Nuttie.

'And where's my escort, then?'