He had not to wait long. The smart dog-cart was drawn up at the door; and as the horse stood champing its bit and throwing the white foam in all directions, a very languid, carefully-dressed gentleman descended, waved his hand towards his luggage and wrappers in answer to the porter's obsequious salute, and then sauntering, cigar in hand, to the station-master's pigeon-hole, he languidly drawled out: "First cla-a-ass--London." "Twenty-eight-and-six, sir," said the station-master, when the traveller slowly placed a sovereign and a half before him. "Tha-a-anks. No! Give the change to the porter fellare." And the new arrival strolled on to the platform, leaving the porter grinning furiously, and carrying the portmanteau and bag about without there being the slightest necessity for such proceedings. Meanwhile the fly had drawn up, the driver dismounted, and opened the door for a closely veiled young lady in black to alight, when she proceeded to pay the man. "Suthin' for the driver, miss, please," said the fellow gruffly. "I understood from your master that the charge would be five shillings to the station," said the new arrival, in a low tremulous voice. "Yes, miss, but the driver's allus hextry. Harf-crown most people gives the driver." There was no sound issued from beneath that veil, but the motion of the dress showed that something very much like a sigh must have been struggling for exit as a little soft white hand drew a florin from a scantily-furnished purse, and gave it to the man. "Humph," growled the fellow, "things gets wuss and wuss," and climbing on to his box-seat, he gathered up reins and whip, and sat stolid and surly without moving. "Will you be kind enough to lift down my trunks?" said the traveller gently. "You must ast the porter for that 'ere," said the man: "we're drivers, we are, and 'tain't our business. Here, Joe, come and get these here trunks off the roof," and he accompanied his words with a meaning wink to the porter, which gentleman, in the full possession of an unlooked-- for eighteenpence, felt so wealthy that he could afford to be supercilious. "What class, miss?" he said, reaching his hand to a trunk. "Third, if you please," was the reply. "Ah! there'll be something extry to pay for luggidge: third-class passengers ain't allowed two big boxes like these here.--Why didn't you put 'em down, Dick?" "Ain't got half paid for what I did do," said the driver gruffly. "People as can't afford to pay for flies oughter ride in carts. Mind that 'ere lamp!" Certainly a lamp had a very narrow escape, as trunk number one was brought to the ground with a crash, the second one being treated almost as mercilessly, but without a word from their owner, who quietly raising her veil and displaying a sweet sad face, now went to the pigeon-hole, regardless of the leering stare bestowed upon her by the exquisite, who had sauntered back into the booking-office.