"No matter, the sooner I get used to them the better," said Miss
Vernon, resolute not to do things by halves but to descend freely, and,
therefore, gracefully. "So do not let another pass, nurse, for indeed I
am very tired."
"Oh, blessed Bridget! Oh, marciful Moses, look at this! did iver I
think to--Stop, will ye, have ye no eyes in yer head, ye thief? ye wor
niver tired bawlin' to us to go wid yez whin we did'nt want ye."
"Bayswater, mum--yes, mum," and Kate and Mrs. O'Toole were crammed
into a vehicle, apparently full to overflowing; at least so Kate
thought, though the conductor assured them he had not got his number.
The occupants, as usual, would not at first open their ranks, and it
was not until after some moments of uneasy balancing and staggering,
that our two novices in omnibus travelling, were accommodated with
seats, as far as possible from the door of the carriage. Nurse, who
was of tolerable dimensions, reducing two angular old maiden ladies
to scarcely visible lines; while poor Kate, with a feeling of deep
repugnance, was squeezed between a fat, elderly man and the upper end
of the conveyance; the road appeared interminable, and, owing to their
unacquaintance with it, and their inexperience of omnibus travel, they
were carried far beyond their destination.
Never had the sight of her grandfather's face been so welcome to Kate,
as when she saw him looking from the window on their return; after the
various small, but not the less trying, trials of the day; and joyous
was the tone, in which she exclaimed--"victoria, dearest grandpapa," as
she threw off her bonnet and shawl.
"Come and tell me all about it, dearest," said he, holding out his hand
to her.
She seated herself beside him, and detailed her interview with Herman,
brightening the brighter parts, and subduing the darker, with exquisite
pious tact; and then, turning from the subject of her own plans, which
always fretted the old gentleman, enquired what his movements had been,
and if there was a letter from the Winters?
"No, none," said the Colonel.
"Well, I will go and get ready for dinner, and afterwards we will have
a short stroll in the gardens. Perhaps this evening's post may bring us
a letter from our friends. Nurse is a capital chaperone, and I am glad
you did not go, dear grandpapa, it would have been quite too much for
you."
After this nothing could surpass the unbroken but rather gloomy quiet,
in which Kate's days slipped by; her piano having arrived, was a great
source of enjoyment to her, and lent wings to many a heavy hour.
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