"It's very oppressive," said the man next to him.
And then they both began sniffing and, at the third sniff, they smelled the cheeses directly, got up without another word and got out. And then a robust lady got up, and said it was terrible that a respectable married woman should be bothered in this way. The remaining four passengers sat in the carriage for a while, until a solemn-looking man in the corner, who seemed to be an undertaker, said that the smell made him think of a dead baby. The other three passengers tried to get out of the door at the same time, and hurt themselves.
I smiled at the solemn man, and I said I thought we were going to have the carriage to ourselves; he laughed pleasantly and I said that some people made such a fuss over a little thing. But even he grew strangely depressed after we had started. When we reached Crewe, I asked him to come and have a drink. He accepted and we went had a drink. After the drink he went off quietly and got into another carriage, which I did not think was a very nice thing to do.
