A spurt of damp steam saved me from apoplexy. The train had lost patience at last, and was coming into the stationdirectly beneath me to see what was the matter. Happy voices sang and heads were thrust out all along the compartments, butnone answered their songs or greetings. She halted, and the people began to get out. Then they began to get in again, astheir friends in the waiting-rooms advised. All did not catch the warning, so there was congestion at the doors, but thosewhom the bees caught got in first.