he Comtesse wanted to alight at once, but I held her back.
"What for?" I asked. "Are you not all right here? The worst is over. If there is anything to be seen, it must be most unpleasant."
She settled down again in her seat. Her fright had apparently been great, to judge from her paleness and from the way she looked, wide eyed, at me. Out of the bag which had tumbled down from the net, I took a flask of brandy and a little goblet.
"Drink this," I said, offering her a few drops.
She accepted, and then:
"How phlegmatic you English are!" said she. "Look at these people...."
The excitement outside was incredible. Strange voices were heard. Passengers and railway servants were running up and down in a most foolish and useless fashion. Two gentlemen were shouting at each other; they were in a hot discussion about what was to be done. One woman was kneeling and praying hysterically at the foot of a telegraph post which she probably was mistaking for a way-side cross. And ev