• After that interview, I don't think we should hire her.
• Right — who wants lunch?

Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art: Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman in a seeming man!

Just as the trio had sunk into their first forgetfulness, they were awakened by the sudden stoppage of the vehicle, a light at the door of an inn, and a party of rough discordant voices, bidding, however, a cordial farewell to a large, becoated, and ominous-looking stranger, who, in a broad Yorkshire dialect, wished his companions ‘a good noight,’ reminding them that he had paid his share of the reckoning.

First Class has curtains throughout, and they are sturdy, dark and block out the light very well.