He tried the
doors of two third-class compartments as they passed him, and found
them locked. He happened next upon that which was occupied by Miss
King, opened the door, and tumbled in.
"I've only got a third-class ticket," he said cheerfully; "but I shall
travel first class the whole way now, and I shan't pay a penny of
excess fare."
"Won't they make you?" said Miss King.
She realised that she had found an unexpectedly early opportunity of
studying the peculiarities of the Irish character, and determined to
make the most of it.
"Certainly not," said the clergyman. "The position is this. I have a
through ticket--I bought it yesterday--which entitles me to travel on
this railway to Donard. If the doors of all the third-class carriages
are locked when I arrive at the station, I take it that the company
means me to travel first class. Their own action is a clear indication
of their intention. There isn't a jury in Ireland would give it
against me, even if the case came into court, which, of course, it
won't."
"I'm going to Donard, too," said Miss King.
"Are you? It's a wretched hole of a place. I don't advise you to stop
there long.
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