rather weak face, and as for his manner and bearing, I could not decide in my own mind whether he was a gentleman or a buyer from some London drapery warehouse on his way to the city of modes. He gave no information as to his profession or business, and as I had not even returned his confidence by revealing my name, this was not to be wondered at.

“Are you going on to Paris?” he said presently.

“Yes; and the sooner I get there the better I shall be pleased.”

“Exactly,” he smiled. “I am going, too. I have crossed the Channel many times, but I have never before had such an experience as last night’s.”

Then we began to compare notes of previous voyages, until a railway official entered the buffet with a raucous,