CHAPTER XV
A RAILWAY JOURNEY
The next day but one, the three set off for Florence. Aaron had made an excursion from Milan with the two young heroes, and dined with them subsequently at the most expensive restaurant in the town. Then they had all gone home—and had sat in the young men's bedroom drinking tea, whilst Aaron played the flute. Francis was really musical, and enchanted. Angus enjoyed the novelty, and the moderate patronage he was able to confer. And Aaron felt amused and pleased, and hoped he was paying for his treat.
So behold them setting off for Florence in the early morning. Angus and Francis had first-class tickets: Aaron took a third-class.
"Come and have lunch with us on the train," said Angus. "I'll order three places, and we can lunch together."
"Oh, I can buy a bit of food at the station," said Aaron.
"No, come and lunch with us. It will be much nicer. And we shall enjoy it as well," said Angus.
"Of course! Ever so much nicer! Of course!" cried Francis. "Yes, why not, indeed! Why should you hesitate?"
"All right, then," said Aaron, not without some feeling of constraint.
So they separated. The young men settled themselves amidst the red plush and crochet-work, looking, with their hair plastered smoothly back, quite as first class as you could wish, creating quite the right impression on the porters and the travelling Italians. Aaron went to his third-class, further up the train.
"Well, then, au revoir, till luncheon," cried Francis.
The train was fairly full in the third and second classes. However, Aaron got his seat, and the porter brought on his
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