voice of every emotion?

When, at the conclusion of the story, the train boy came to lock up
the box, I could not refrain from expressing my satisfaction in strong
terms. In reply he volunteered the information that next month the cars
for day trips on that line would be further fitted up with phonographic
guide-books of the country the train passed through, so connected by
clock-work with the running gear of the cars that the guide-book
would call attention to every object in the landscape, and furnish
the pertinent information--statistical, topographical, biographical,
historical, romantic, or legendary, as it might be--just at the time
the train had reached the most favorable point of view. It was believed
that this arrangement (for which, as it would work automatically and
require little attendance, being used or not, according to pleasure, by
the passenger, there would be no charge) would do much to attract travel
to the road. His explanation was interrupted by the announcement in
loud, clear, and deliberate tones, which no one could have had any
excuse for misunderstanding, that the train was now approaching the
city of my destination. As I looked around in amazement to discover what
manner of brakeman this might be whom I had understood, the train boy
said, with a grin, "That's our new phonographic annunciator."

Hamage had written me that he would be at the station, but something
had evidently prevented him from keeping the appointment, and as it
was late, I went at once to a hotel and to bed. I was tired and slept
heavily; once or twice I woke up, after dreaming there were people in
my room talking to me, but quickly dropped off to sleep again. Finally I
awoke, and did not so soon fall asleep. Presently I found myself sitting
up in bed with half a dozen extraordinary sensations contending for
right of way along my backbone. What had startled me was the voice of a
young woman, who could not have been standing more than ten feet from my
bed. If the tones of her voice were any guide, she was not only a young
woman, but a very charming one.

"My dear sir," she had said, "you may possibly be interested in knowing
that it now wants just a quarter of three."

For a few moments I thought--well, I will not undertake the impossible
task of telling what extraordinary conjectures occurred to me by way of
accounting for the presence of this young woman in my room before the
true explanation of the matter occurred to me.