THE CALIFORNIAN (issuing from his berth, and walking up and down the aisle, as before, till quiet is restored). I haven't got any sister, and my name ain't Willis, and it ain't Campbell. I'm very sorry, because I'd like to oblige you any way I could. MRS. ROBERTS (in deep mortification). It's I who ought to apologize, and I do most humbly. I don't know what to say; but when I got to thinking about it, and how kind you had been to me, and how sweet you had been under all my--interruptions, I felt perfectly sure that you couldn't be a mere stranger, and then the idea struck me that you must be my brother in disguise; and I was so certain of it that I couldn't help just letting you know that we'd found you out, and-- MR. ROBERTS (offering a belated and feeble moral support). Yes. MRS. ROBERTS (promptly turning upon him). And _you_ ought to have kept me from making such a simpleton of myself, Edward. THE CALIFORNIAN (soothingly). Well, ma'am, that ain't always so easy. A man may mean well, and yet not be able to carry out his intentions. But it's all right. And I reckon we'd better try to quiet down again, and get what rest we can. MRS. ROBERTS. Why, yes, certainly; and I will try--oh, I will _try_ not to disturb you again. And if there's anything we can do in reparation after we reach Boston, we shall be so glad to do it! [They bow themselves away, and return to their seat, while THE CALIFORNIAN re-enters his berth.] III. The train stops at Framingham, and THE PORTER comes in with a passenger whom he shows to the seat opposite MR. and MRS. ROBERTS. THE PORTER. You can sit here, sah. We'll be in in about an hour now. Hang up your bag for you, sah? THE PASSENGER. No, leave it on the seat here. [THE PORTER goes out, and the ROBERTSES maintain a dejected silence. The bottom of the bag, thrown carelessly on the seat, is toward the ROBERTSES, who regard it listlessly.] MRS. ROBERTS (suddenly clutching her husband's arm, and hissing in his ear). See! [She points to the white lettering on the bag, where the name "Willis Campbell, San Francisco," is distinctly legible.] But it can't be; it must be some other Campbell. I can't risk it. MR. ROBERTS. But there's the name. It would be very strange if there were two people from San Francisco of exactly the same name. _I_ will speak.