At last Mr. Winthrop came to escort us out. "I
believe we have no time to spare. I did not notice that we had reached
our terminus."
"It is no use denying the fact; men are greater talkers than women," I
remarked seriously.
"Why so?" he asked, pausing with satchel suspended, awaiting my answer.
"Why, no two women on the continent would get so absorbed in each other
as to forget they had reached their journey's end, and had need to be in
a hurry."
"Probably not; their topics would be too trivial to claim so much
attention."
I found the reply unanswerable, and hastened after Mrs. Flaxman, who
was already out of sight. When we reached the door the cars were in
motion.--"What shall we do?" I cried, anxiously. "I could never get off
while the cars were moving." I caught a glimpse of Mrs. Flaxman's scared
face as we went past.
"Leave me and go to Mrs. Flaxman. A man can jump easily, I am sure," I
pleaded, finding that we were moving out of the station, and actually on
the road again.
"And what will you do?" he asked very calmly.
"I have plenty of money in my pocket, and can pay my way back by the next
train," I said, hurriedly.
"You would travel alone at midnight to save Mrs. Flaxman a trifling
anxiety?"
"I won't be frightened, and she will be so worried there, all alone among
strangers," I pleaded.
"Mrs. Flaxman knows our hotel. She will be safe when she reaches there,
which will be in a few minutes now. So you need not be troubled about
her.
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