about one
o'clock
He said English people was n't accustomed to that , they wanted to be more private ; and , although he 'd like to be with us , he could not travel in a caravan like that , and so he went off by himself , and we got into the Pullman . The guard said we could take any seats we pleased ; and when we got in we found there was only two or three people in it , and we chose two nice armchairs , hung up our wraps , and made ourselves comfortable and cosey . We expected that the people who engaged seats would soon come crowding in , but when the train started there was only four people besides ourselves in that beautiful car , which was a first-class one , built in the United States , with all sorts of comforts and conveniences . There was a porter who laid himself out to make us happy , and about one o'clock we had a nice lunch on a little table which was set up between us , with two waiters to attend to us , and then Jone went and had a smoke in a small room at one end of the car . We thought it was strange that there should be so few people travelling on this train , but when we came to a town where we made a long stop Jone got out to talk to Mr. Poplington , supposing it likely that he 'd have a carriage to himself ; but he was amazed to see that the train was jammed and crowded , and he found Mr. Poplington squeezed up in a carriage with seven other people , four of them one side and four the other , each row staring into the faces of the other . Some of them was eating bread and cheese out of paper parcels , and a big fat man was reading a newspaper , which he spread out so as to partly cover the two people sitting next to him , and all of them seemed anxious to find some way of stretching their legs so as not to strike against the legs of somebody else . Mr. Poplington was sitting by the window , and Jone could n't help laughing when he said : `` Is this what you call being private , sir ?