Voici

A window would fly open.

The smiling face of the Belgian lady would emerge triumphantly, shouting, Voici, monsieur, the baggage, quick.

Some way or other, I would get aboard a platform of the train, and in half an hour of apologetic threading my way, get through the sardine-packed aisles of the cars to where the Belgian lady was saving my plants.

Where have you been, monsieur? she would ask anxiously and loudly in French.

A window would fly open.

The smiling face of the Belgian lady would emerge triumphantly, shouting, Voici, monsieur, the baggage, quick.

Some way or other, I would get aboard a platform of the train, and in half an hour of apologetic threading my way, get through the sardine-packed aisles of the cars to where the Belgian lady was saving my plants.

Where have you been, monsieur? She would ask anxiously and loudly in French.