MRS. ROBERTS (as wildly as one can in whisper). No, no, I can't let you. We've made ourselves the laughing-stock of the whole car already with our mistakes, and I can't go on. I would rather perish than ask him. You don't suppose it _could_ be? No, it couldn't. There may be twenty Willis Campbells in San Francisco, and there probably are. Do you think he looks like me! He has a straight nose; but you can't tell anything about the lower part of his face, the beard covers it so; and I can't make out the color of his eyes by this light. But of course it's all nonsense. Still if it _should_ be! It would be very stupid of us to ride all the way from Framingham to Boston with that name staring one in the eyes. I wish he would turn it away. If it really turned out to _be_ Willis, he would think we were awfully stiff and cold. But I can't help it; I _can't_ go attacking every stranger I see, and accusing him of being my brother. No, no, I can't, and I _won't_, and that's all about it. [She leans forward and addresses the stranger with sudden sweetness.] Excuse me, sir, but I _am_ very much interested by the name on your bag. Not that I think you are even acquainted with him, and there are probably a great many of them there; but your coming from the same city and all _does_ seem a little queer, and I hope you won't think me intrusive in speaking to you, because if you _should_ happen, by the thousandth of a chance, to be the right one, I should be _so_ happy! CAMPBELL. The right what, madam? MRS. ROBERTS. The right Willis Campbell. CAMPBELL. I hope I'm not the wrong one; though after a week's pull on the railroad it's pretty hard for a man to tell which Willis Campbell he is. May I ask if your Willis Campbell had friends in Boston? MRS. ROBERTS (eagerly). He had a sister and a brother-in-law and a nephew. CAMPBELL. Name of Roberts? MRS. ROBERTS. Every one. CAMPBELL. Then you're-- MRS. ROBERTS (ecstatically). Agnes! CAMPBELL. And he's-- MRS. ROBERTS. Mr. Roberts! CAMPBELL. And the baby's-- MRS. ROBERTS. Asleep! CAMPBELL. Then _I_ am the right one. MRS. ROBERTS. Oh, Willis! Willis! Willis! To think of our meeting in this way! [She kisses and embraces him, while MR. ROBERTS shakes one of his hands which he finds disengaged.] _How_ in the world did it happen? CAMPBELL. Ah, I found myself a little ahead of time, and I stopped off with an old friend of mine at Framingham; I didn't want to disappoint you when you came to meet this train, or get you up last night at midnight.