LADY. (_slowly turning her head and taking a glance at GENTLEMAN_). Well, I must confess he put away his smoking apparatus with a very good grace! (_Sees newspaper._) Some one has left a newspaper! (_Taking newspaper and reading._) Um, um! _Plymouth Gazette._ "Foreign News," "Paris Fashions," "Early Strawberries." What's this? "Escape of a convict. We learn that Benjamin Burkshaw, a criminal of the most desperate character, effected his escape from Dartmoor prison yesterday. The following is his description: Age, not exactly known; eyes, nothing peculiar; wears a long black beard--has probably cut it off; walks slightly lame with one leg, uncertain which; supposed to have directed his steps towards London, or in some other direction." Dear me! it is just possible he may be in this very train! (_looking aside at the GENTLEMAN, then reading again_). "Middle height" (_looking again at GENTLEMAN_); "inclined to be stout" (_another look at GENTLEMAN_); he's so rolled up in his rug one can't judge! (_Reads again._) "Slightly bald, with a scar on left side of forehead" (_here the GENTLEMAN in his sleep hastily pulls his travelling-cap over his forehead; the LADY gives a sudden start, and recoils as far as possible from the GENTLEMAN_). How very suddenly he pulled his cap over his forehead--and the left side of it too! Pshaw! how foolish, how absurd of me! (_Reads paper again, and then closes her eyes once more._) GENTLEMAN (_rousing himself_). It's no use! I can't get a wink of sleep, except by fits and starts--principally starts! (_Looking at LADY._) Still asleep! and no book to read except this "Illustrated Guide through England and Wales." However, that's better than "Bradshaw." (_During above he has taken a book out of his bag, and cuts the leaves with a paper-knife; turns over leaves._) What's this? (_Reads._) "Maidenhead. It was in the neighborhood of this picturesque town that the famous Dick Turpin--" (_Here the LADY and GENTLEMAN are suddenly thrown forward._) LADY (_alarmed_). What a shock! Has anything happened? GENTLEMAN (_indifferently_). Nothing of consequence! merely the train passing over something--or somebody! LADY (_aside_). Rather an unfeeling remark! (_Aloud._) Can you tell me where we are, sir? I am quite a stranger to this line. GENTLEMAN. We _should_ be near Slough. You may not be aware, madam, that it was here that--(_taking a peep aside at his book_)--"that the famous Dick Turpin"--you've heard of Dick Turpin, of course--the celebrated highwayman? (_LADY shakes her head_). Well, it was here that he was in the habit of spending his leisure hours--I mean when he'd nothing better to do--in--in (_taking another peep at book_)--"in planting potatoes!"--Poor Dick! my great-grandfather saw him hanged! LADY (_shocked_). Hanged? GENTLEMAN. Yes--I forget exactly what for--something about putting an old lady on the kitchen fire! LADY (_indignantly_). Surely, never was a fate more richly deserved!