Miss must take a bit of cake in her hand.
Come, dame, you have not lived so long in my Lady's service as to
forget what it is to cross her will, or keep her waiting."
Therewith he hurried Aurelia down stairs, his wife being in such a
state of _deshabille_ that she could not follow. He handed the young
lady into the carriage, gave her a parcel of slices of bread and meat,
with a piece of cake, shut the door, and said, "Be of good heart,
Missie, we'll catch you up by the time you are in the square. All
right!"
Off went Aurelia in solitude, within a large carriage, once gaily
fitted though now somewhat faded and tarnished. She was sorry to be
parted from the Doves, whom she wanted to give her courage for the
introduction to my Lady, and to explain to her the wonders of the
streets of London, which she did not _quite_ expect to see paved
with gold! She ate her extemporised meal, gazing from the window,
and expecting to see houses and churches thicken on her, and hurrying
to brush away her crumbs, and put on her gloves lest she should arrive
unawares, for she had counted half-a-dozen houses close together.
No! here was another field! More fields and houses. The signs of
habitation were, so far from increasing, growing more scanty, and
looked strangely like what she had before passed.
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