“I’ll tell him, miss.”
Linetta wondered if she ought to tip the valet. He looked a very superior man and she was afraid that he would despise anything she could offer him.
Instead she added with a smile,
“Thank you too. I am very grateful.”
“That’s all right, miss,” the valet said raising his hat.
To Linetta the Second Class compartment seemed very comfortable and she was fortunate in having only one other passenger with her, a middle-aged Frenchwoman who was travelling to Paris to join her husband, who had been transferred there from a Bank in London.
She shared Linetta’s wine with her and gave her in return a cup of coffee that she had in a hay basket, which kept it warm for the whole of the journey.
She also showed her, as there was no one else in the carriage, how they could str
