It went direct to the LaSalle Street station; and Doris and George and Felice were standing in the carriage court watching porters pick up their luggage, when I drove in.
They glanced at me; that was all. At least it was all I saw, and they went up to the train shed. I snatched a ticket and a coupon for an "upper" from the Pullman window and went through the cars. Doris and Felice had a compartment together about the middle of the train. George wasn't with them; he seemed to possess a section in a car near mine. He possessed also a large, piggy, Trafalgar-Square-looking portmanteau, yellow in color. I didn't know where he picked it up. I hadn't seen it at the Blackstone; probably he'd had it sent direct to the train.
I had lost a lot of my prejudice against George since I saw him parked in a separate