some women smile when you offer them a third glass of
champagne. "You are joking with me, I know. You cannot think that
I would take it." That was the meaning of Lizzie's smile. He went
into the refreshment-room, growled at the heat of the tea and the
abominable nastiness of the food provided, and then, after the
allotted five minutes, took himself to a smoking-carriage. He did not
rejoin his cousin till they were at Crewe. When he went back to his
old seat, she only smiled again. He asked her whether she had slept,
and again she shook her head. She had been repeating to herself the
address to Ianthe's soul, and her whole being was pervaded with
poetry.

It was absolutely necessary, as he thought, that she should eat
something, and he insisted that she should dine upon the road,
somewhere. He, of course, was not aware that she had been nibbling
biscuits and chocolate while he had been smoking, and had had
recourse even to the comfort of a sherry-flask which she carried in
her dressing-bag. When he talked of dinner she did more than smile
and refuse. She expostulated. For she well knew that the twenty
minutes for dinner were allowed at the Carlisle station; and even if
there had been no chocolate and no sherry, she would have endured
on, even up to absolute inanition, rather than step out upon this
well-remembered platform. "You must eat, or you'll be starved," he
said. "I'll fetch you something." So he bribed a special waiter, and
she was supplied with cold chicken and more sherry. After this Frank
smoked again, and did not reappear till they had reached Dumfries.

Hitherto there had been no tenderness,--nothing but the coldest
cousinship. He clearly meant her to understand that he had submitted
to the task of accompanying her back to Portray Castle as a duty, but
that he had nothing to say to one who had so misbehaved herself. This
was very irritating. She could have taken herself home to Portray
without his company, and have made the journey more endurable
without him than with him, if this were to be his conduct throughout.
They had had the carriage to themselves all the way from Crewe to
Carlisle, and he had hardly spoken a word to her. If he would have
rated her soundly for her wickednesses, she could have made something
of that. She could have thrown herself on her knees, and implored his
pardon; or, if hard pressed, have suggested the propriety of throwing
herself out of the carriage-window. She could have brou