"What be you goin' to do when you git there?"

"I am going to sit there, and wait till morning."

"My!" said Gladys.

However, she went on up the Elevated stairs with Maria and Wollaston.
Wollaston threw down the fares and got the tickets, and strode on
ahead. His mouth was set. He was very pale. He probably realized to a
greater extent than any of them what had taken place. It was
inconceivable to him that it had taken place, that he himself had
been such a fool. He felt like one who has met with some utterly
unexplainable and unaccountable accident. He felt as he had done once
when, younger, he had stuck his own knife, with which he was
whittling, into his eye, to the possible loss of it. It seemed to him
as if something had taken place without his volition. He was like a
puppet in a show. He looked at Maria, and realized that he hated her.
He wondered how he could ever have thought her pretty. He looked at
Gladys Mann, and felt murderous. He had a high temper. As the train
approached, he whispered in her ear,

"Damn you, Gladys Mann, it's a pretty pickle you have got us into."

Gladys was used to being sworn at. She was not in the least
intimidated.

"Do you s'pose I was goin' to have M'ria talked about?" she said.
"You can cuss all you want to."

They got into the train. Wollaston sat by himself, Gladys and Maria
together. Maria was no longer weeping, but she looked terrified
beyond measure, and desperate. A horrible imagination of evil was
over her. She never glanced at Wollaston. She thought that she wished
there would be an accident on the train and he might be killed. She
hated him more than he hated her.

They were just in time for a boat at Cortlandt Street. When they
reached the Jersey City side Wollaston went straight to the
information bureau, and then returned to Gladys and Maria, seated on
a bench in the waiting-room.

"Well, there _is_ a train," he said, curtly.

"'Ain't it been took off?" asked Gladys.

"No, but we've got to wait an hour and a half." Then he bent down and
whispered in Gladys's ear, "I wish to God you'd been dead before you
got us into this, Gladys Mann!"

"My father said it had been took off," said Gladys. "You sure there
is one?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

"My!" said Gladys.

Wollaston went to a distant seat and sat by himself. The two girls
waited miserably. Gladys had suffered a relapse. Her degeneracy of
wit had again overwhelmed her. She looked at Maria from ti