An older man crowded next to her in the vestibule. He smiled and nodded. “You ladies like the heat, I think. It helps you to lose weight, as you perspire.” Jasmine pursed her lips and turned away.
As he left the carriage, she noticed his suit and waistcoat, knotted tie, heavy leather shoes. He pulled out a perfect square, mopped his forehead discreetly, and slipped away into the haze