Joe smiled and shook his head.  In reality, Joe had precious few hankies to spare, but he wasn't going to appear unkind or low class by demanding it be returned.  He had to admit, it was all a bit strange, a lady of means having a quiet word with a railway porter.  Just like two regular people having a chat. Usually, people with money barely acknowledged his existence or they would throw themselves about demanding some such, but she seemed kinder, softer, more understanding - a storybook proper lady.

"It's no bother, Miss.  It's all part o' the railway service; can't have sad passengers now, Station Master says so."

When she offered her hand and introduced herself, Joe froze. What was he to do?  He looked down at his own hands and saw that they were streaked grey with dirt from some task he had done hours earlier. 

"I wouldn't want to ruin your nice gloves, Miss Carrington." Joe replied apologetically, unsure of what to do with his hands.