LADY (_cautiously peeping at GENTLEMAN, then uncovering, and aside_). So it seems I shall have no other travelling companion but this gentleman! (_Here loud railway-whistle heard, and noise of train starting._) We're off. (_Looking at GENTLEMAN again._) I must say he appears to be perfectly harmless and inoffensive. (_GENTLEMAN snores._) What did he say? (_A louder snore from GENTLEMAN_). Well, if that's a specimen of his conversation, it isn't likely to compromise one! (_Another snore._) I may as well go to sleep myself, and then, perhaps, I may be able to join in the _conversation_ too! (_Wraps herself up, but this time allows her face to remain uncovered; closes her eyes; pause._) GENTLEMAN (_suddenly waking and shifting his position_). Decidedly, of all the uncomfortable seats this is the most uncomfortable. I _should_ like to know what they stuff their cushions with; I feel as if I'd got a quartern loaf at my back! (_Taking a rapid glance at LADY, then, in a savage tone._) _She_ seems comfortable enough! How absurd--how ridiculous of me not to have demanded--not to have in-sis-ted. (_Looking again at LADY._) By Jove, she _is_ young! and by no means bad-looking! Bad-looking! she's pretty--_very_ pretty--_excessively_ pretty! and to think I should have actually gone to sleep in her presence! One never knows what one does in one's sleep; luckily, I never snore; that's one comfort! (_Takes off his travelling-cap, arranges his hair, cravat, etc._) How soundly she sleeps--if she _does_ sleep! (_in doubt_). When one is _really_ asleep--I mean _fast_ asleep--it isn't usual to wear a smile on one's face; on the contrary, one's face generally gets ugly! I'll be bound that just now I was positively hideous! (_He coughs loudly, the LADY moves._) She wakes! (_Suddenly and loudly._) What a beautiful country! what a lovely green on those meadows! (_LADY keeps silence._) I'll try again! (_Still louder._) How unusually beautiful are the autumn tints, especially so early in the spring! (_Pause; aside._) No response? She must have taken a sleeping draught! LADY (_pretending to wake_). A thousand pardons, sir; did you speak? GENTLEMAN. I was merely observing what a lovely meadow on those greens! I mean (_another pause_) I hear the harvest is likely to be a plentiful one, although I'm told that turnips are backward; I haven't heard anything about carrots. LADY (_in an indifferent tone_). I beg pardon; were you speaking to me? (_Aside._) Some gentleman farmer, evidently.