He arrived with only a minute to spare before the guard’s whistle was answered by the mosquitolike pipe that sets the train in motion.

The Botticelli profile was very haughty and cold.  Miss Snell was there, of course, bathed in tears.  He had just time enough to hand in his huge bouquet through the open window before the train started.  He caught one glimpse of an angry face within, when suddenly his great nosegay came flying out of the compartment, and striking him full in the face, spread its shattered paper and loosened flowers all over the platform at his feet.