Lady. Here! Stop! Don't start the train! There's a gentleman missing!— I wonder where he can be? The train is moving— He's left— What can the matter be? Too bad! What a pity!
Young Lady. He hasn't moved to another compartment. Here are his things.
Lady. Of course he hasn't. We had better throw them out of the window. He can pick them up on the platform. It's the best we can do for him.
Young Lady. Yes! It's the best.
Lady. Help me! Hurry up!
Young Lady. There they go!
Lady. They belong to a gentleman who has lost the train! Keep them for him! He'll be out in a minute!— Didn't he know that the train doesn't wait for anybody? I am so sorry!
Young Lady. We forgot the book.
Lady. Never mind; it's all right. It won't be like the other one, anyhow— What a pity!
Young Lady. [Looking at the book] What a pity!
Lady. If there isn't another train to-day and his family should be waiting for him and he should be ashamed to let them know— I hate to think of it! It's too horrible for words!
Young Lady. [Giggling] Too horrible!
Lady. God bless me! It's too bad. While he was here, we had an escort, as it were. We were having a very agreeable conversation. It was easy to see he had acquired a great deal of information.
Young Lady. He was very good-looking. Listen, mamma; where did you say that you pinched me in the tunnel? On the arm?
Lady. What do you want to know that for?
Young Lady. Nothing. Because it hurts.
