When we arrived at Chelmsford Station there was a great wagonette waiting for us, drawn by a pair of brown horses. My step-mother immediately took the reins. We all scrambled in; father was huddled in one corner occupied with his Greek Testament. When he had nothing else to do he always read his Greek Testament. Augusta pushed herself into the seat exactly opposite to him; she bent forward and stared fixedly into his face; but he never once looked at her. I am certain he did not see her. Occasionally she said "Oh!" in quite an audible tone. I felt that Augusta would be quite enough to keep any one from perfect bliss if she went on in such an idiotic fashion. "What is she doing?" whispered Charley to me. "Oh, let her alone," I said; "she is worshipping him." "Worshipping him?" he cried. "Yes; don't you know?" "I'll prick her with a pin," he said. "Oh, you mustn't--you really mustn't! Do let her alone, poor thing! You see, she sees a kind of glory round father which we don't." "My word, I should think not!" said Charley. "Poor, dear old Professor! Of course, he's a jolly old dad and all that sort of thing, but--" Charley gave a low whistle. Augusta's voice was now heard. "You were reading that passage aloud; I heard it," she said. "Would you greatly mind raising your voice a little?" The Professor lowered his book. "Eh?" he said. Then he dropped his glasses. They were _pince-nez_, and as he dropped them one of the glasses fell out. The wagonette had to be stopped, and we had all to search for the missing glass; and so Augusta's question was never answered, for when the glass was found it was slipped into its case, and father readjusted his _pince-nez_ on his nose, and went on reading as though nothing had happened. Augusta looked round at me. "It would have been such a valuable help," she said, "and so very little extra exertion to him." "Oh, don't talk to him while he's reading," I said. "I'll get you a chance if you're good; but do just make an effort to keep your feelings to yourself." We had now reached the house, and we all tumbled out of the wagonette. I do think there is no other way of describing the manner in which we left that vehicle. Mrs Grant immediately assumed the manners of hostess. She gave directions to the groom who had brought the carriage, flung him the reins, and then spoke to a man who was waiting. This man disposed of what luggage had been brought in the carriage; the rest was to follow in a cart. Then we entered the house.