"You mean to say you be Miss Vaughan, young ’ooman?" stuttered the reeling coachman, with his hands beneath his flaps and a short pipe in his mouth, "Now I tell you plainly, there’s no mistake about me mind, I can’t noway credit it. It don’t seem likely, do it, Bob?" "Likely, Jacob? Yes, like enough to a fool; but nohow creditable to the like of us. Think I don’t know now? Perhaps the young ’ooman will answer a few questions, Jacob." "Ah, let you alone; let you alone, Bob! Specially for young women!" "Porter, a cab at once, if you please; or a fly I think you call it here." Oh my London impudence! "To be sure, Miss; the best in Gloucester directly. And, Miss"--confidentially, "if I was in your shoes, I’d walk them chaps about their business to-morrow. How they have been carrying on here, to be sure, ever since the six o’clock train come in. Why, in the time of the old Squire Vaughan--" "Thank you, the fly, if you please." In two minutes I was off for my father’s home with mighty rattle of glass, and many jerking noises. About three miles from Gloucester we were passed by Jacob and Robert, who were sitting side by side and driving furiously. Convinced at last by the porter of my genuine Vaughanship, they had set off full speed to secure first audience. At length we passed the lodge, where the gates creaked as of yore, and dear old Whitehead trembled at my voice, and so along the great avenue where I had studied the manners and ways of every tree, and where Tulip (Nestor among deer) came to stare at us with his grey face silver in the moonlight. Poor old friend, he knew me as well as Giudice did, but I could not stop to talk to him. Soon as the bell was rung the broad bolt of the great lock, which I was once so proud to draw, flew back with suspicious promptitude. Albeit he had changed the cloth too ochrously described by Sally, for a suit of gentle gray, and had drawn out his face to a most unjovial length, and assumed an attitude of very profound respect, there he was, quite unmistakeable to observant eyes, the Bacchanalian Bob. "And please, Miss"--after he had fussed awhile--"what train did you please to come by? I understand that the carriage has been waiting there all day; indeed, I saw it come back from the pantry window myself, and they said in the yard the last train was in afore they come away." "I came by the train that ought to be there at half-past ten o’clock." "Well to be sure! That must be the very train as Samuel and Humphry said they waited for; but they never has much judgment, them two men. And to let you come in a common fly, Miss!" "I saw my father’s carriage at the station, and two low-looking servants quite tipsy. Their names, however, were not Samuel and Humphry, but Jacob and Robert."