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198 and began to scrub his face. Enid stood behind him, adjusting her hat in the mirror.

“How terribly smoky you are, Claude. I hope you don’t smoke before breakfast?”

“No. I was in the smoking car awhile. I suppose my clothes got full of it.”

“You are covered with dust and cinders, too!” She took the clothes broom from the rack and began to brush him.

Claude caught her hand. “Don’t, please!” he said sharply. “The porter can do that for me.”

Enid watched him furtively as he closed and strapped his suitcase. She had often heard that men were cross before breakfast.

“Sure you’ve forgotten nothing?” he asked before he closed her bag.

“Yes. I never lose things on the train,—do you?”

“Sometimes,” he replied guardedly, not looking up as he snapped the catch.