"Number 7 in car 3." A porter seized his bag and Wade followed up the steps and into the car to sink tiredly into the chair pointed out to him. He felt oddly dizzy and closed his eyes for a moment. Outside the conductor cried "All aboard!"; the porter slammed the vestibule doors; the train moved on again. And Wade, opening his eyes, found himself looking across the car into the puzzled blue eyes of the Girl.