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ust the same thing here； and I don't really want to hear anybody's troubles！〃
She replied politely：
〃Do tell me。〃
They were just finishing their lunch。 Ruth gulped down her coffee； rose from her seat； and quite oblivious of the fact that Katherine had not begun to sip her coffee； said： 〃e to my partment with me。〃
They were two single partments with a municating door between them。 In the second of them a thin maid； whom Katherine had noticed at Victoria； was sitting very upright on the seat； clutching a big scarlet morocco case with the initials R。V。K。 on it。 Mrs Kettering pulled the municating door to and sank down on the seat。 Katherine sat down beside her。
〃I am in trouble and I don't know what to do。 There is a man whom I am fond of … very fond of indeed。 We cared for each other when we were young； and we were thrust apart most brutally and unjustly。 Now we have e together again。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃I … I am going to meet him now。 Oh！ I dare say you think it is all wrong； but you don't know the circumstances。 My husband is impossible。 He has treated me disgracefully。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Katherine again。
〃What I feel so badly about is this。 I have deceived my father … it was he who came to see me off at Victoria today。 He wishes me to divorce my husband； and； of course； he has no idea … that I am going to meet this other man。 He would think it extraordinarily foolish。〃
〃Well； don't you think it is？〃
〃I suppose it is。〃
Ruth Kettering looked down at her hands； they were shaking violently。
〃But I can't draw back now。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃I … it is all arranged； and it would break his heart。〃
〃Don't you believe it；〃 said Katherine robustly； 〃hearts are pretty tough。〃
〃He will think I have no courage； no strength of purpose。〃
〃It seems to me an awfully silly thing that you are going to do；〃 said Katherine。 〃I think you realize that yourself。〃
Ruth Kettering buried her face in her hands。 〃I don't know … I don't know。 Ever since I left Victoria I have had a horrible feeling of something … something that is ing to me very soon … that I can't escape。〃
She clutched convulsively at Katherine's hand。
〃You must think I am mad talking to you like this； but I tell you I know something horrible is going to happen。〃
〃Don't think it；〃 said Katherine； 〃try to pull yourself together。 You could send your father a wire from Paris； if you like； and he would e to you at once。〃
The other brightened。
〃Yes； I could do that。 Dear old Dad。 It is queer … but I never knew until today how terribly fond of him I am。〃 She sat up and dried her eyes with a handkerchief。 〃I have been very foolish。 Thank you so much for letting me talk to you。 I don't know why I got into such a queer； hysterical state。〃
She got up。 〃I am quite all right now。 I suppose； really； I just needed someone to talk to。 I can't think now why I have been making such an absolute fool of myself。〃
Katherine got up too。
〃I am so glad you feel better；〃 she said； trying to make her voice sound as conventional as possible。 She was only too well aware that the aftermath of confidences is embarrassment。 She added tactfully：
〃I must be going back to my own partment。〃
She emerged into the corridor at the same time as the maid was also ing out from the next door。 The latter looked towards Katherine； over her shoulder； and an expression of intense surprise showed itself on her face。 Katherine turned also； but by that time whoever it was who had aroused the maid's interest had retreated into his or her partment； and the corridor was empty。 Katherine walked down it to regain her own place； which was in the next coach。 As she passed the end partment the door opened and a woman's face looked out for a moment and then pulled the door to sharply。
It was a face not easily forgotten； as Katherine was to know when she saw it again。 A beautiful face； oval and dark； very heavily made up in a bizarre fashion。 Katherine had a feeling that she had seen it before somewhere。
She regained her own partment without other adventure and sat for some time thinking of the confidence which had just been made to her。 She wondered idly who the woman in the mink coat might be； wondered also how the end of her story would turn out。
〃If I have stopped anyone from making an idiot of themselves； I suppose I have done good work；〃 she thought to herself。 〃But who knows？ That is the kind of woman who is hard…headed and egotistical all her life； and it might be good for her to do the other sort of thing for a change。 Oh； well … I don't suppose I shall ever see her again。 She certainly won't want to see me again。 That is the worst of letting people tell you things。 They never do。〃
She hoped that she would not be given the same table at dinner。 She reflected； not without humour； that it might be awkward for both of them。 Leaning back with her head against a cushion she felt tired and vaguely depressed。 They had reached Paris； and the slow journey round the ceinture； with its interminable stops and waits； was very wearisome。
When they arrived at the Gare de Lyon she was glad to get out and walk up and down the platform。 The keen cold air was refreshing after the steam…heated train。
She observed with a smile that her friend of the mink coat was solving the possible awkwardness of the dinner problem in her own way。 A dinner basket was being handed up and received through the window by the maid。
When the train started once more； and dinner was announced by a violent ringing of bells； Katherine went along to it much relieved in mind。 Her vis…а…vis tonight was of an entirely different kind … a small man； distinctly foreign in appearance； with a rigidly waxed moustache and an egg…shaped head which he carried rather on one side。 Katherine had taken in a book to dinner with her。 She found the little man's eyes fixed on it with a kind of twinkling amusement。
〃I see； Madame； that you have a Roman Policier。 You are fond of such things？〃
〃They amuse me；〃 Katherine admitted。
The little man nodded with the air of plete understanding。
〃They have a good sale always； so I am told。 Now why is that； eh； Mademoiselle？ I ask it