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Stephen looked out. At the same moment another man's head emerged from the adjoining window. Each looked in the other's face. Knight and Stephen confronted one another. 'You here!' said the younger man. 'Yes. It seems that you are too,' said Knight, strangely. 'Yes.' The selfishness of love and the cruelty of jealousy were fairly exemplified at this moment. Each of the two men looked at his friend as he had never looked at him before. Each was TROUBLED at the other's presence. 'I thought you said you were not coming till to-morrow,' remarked Knight. 'I did. It was an afterthought to come to-day. This journey was your engagement, then?' 'No, it was not. This is an afterthought of mine too. I left a note to explain it, and account for my not being able to meet you this evening as we arranged.' 'So did I for you.' 'You don't look well: you did not this morning.' 'I have a headache. You are paler to-day than you were.' 'I, too, have been suffering from headache. We have to wait here a few minutes, I think.' They walked up and down the platform, each one more and more embarrassingly concerned with the awkwardness of his friend's presence. They reached the end of the footway, and paused in sheer absent-mindedness. Stephen's vacant eyes rested upon the operations of some porters, who were shifting a dark and curious- looking van from the rear of the train, to shunt another which was between it and the fore part of the train. This operation having been concluded, the two friends returned to the side of their carriage. 'Will you come in here?' said Knight, not very warmly.