my bed on the further lower berth. Lady Manifold and Marjory had gone to book their own berths for their own departure on the morrow. What could one say to a guard to induce him to neglect his duty? Of course at home I should have given him a tip, but somehow in India every white man seems to be such a superior being that I didn't like to offer him even a ten rupee note. Besides, this particular guard was so smart and nice-looking. What could I say?
Fortunately just then Lady Manifold bustled up.
'I hope you are all right?' she said.
'Yes,' I answered, 'isn't it delightful? I've got a carriage all to myself, and the guard'—with my sweetest smile in his direction—'has promised to see that I have it to myself all the way to Bandalpur Junction, where I have to change.'
That guard was really nice-looking, and especially so when he smiled as he did then.
'I'll do my best, miss,' he said, as he touched his hat and went off. I smiled upon him, and felt sure that if that guard had any influence on board that train I had got the carriage to myself just as far as ever I wanted it. I've always had a great belief in the power of a smile well placed.
Bombay station is a very fine affair, but it's about the hottest place I think I've ever been in. It made Lady Manifold feel apoplectic, so I said good-bye and sent her off back to the hotel before the train started. Erymntrude shut up the jhilmils, and I proceeded to go to bed. The train wasn't
