"Gives herself airs, does she!" said the footman to himself. "How fond people who have never been in a carriage before are of making believe they are used to one. Can't cheat me, my lady. Bet a shilling she has never been in anything better than a cab or a station-fly before in her life." "What are you grumbling about?" said the coachman, as his fellow-servant climbed up to his side. "Nothing, only thinking aloud about her ladyship inside. Got in with a reg'lar toss of her head. There, hit 'em up, Tom, and let's get back. I don't want to be on this job all night." "Regular nurse, arn't she?" said the coachman. "Horspittle?" "Yes, I suppose so. Dressed up like a nun out for a holiday. Why couldn't they have had a nurse out of the village, or your wife?" "Ah! Why indeed?" said the coachman sourly. "'Fraid poor people should make a few shillings too much, I suppose. It's just the same if one of the horses is bad; we must have the vet to see him, when I could put him right in a week. It's having the name does it with some people. Horspittle nurse! A deal, I dare say, she knows." The ill-usage to which he and his fellow-servants were called upon to submit claimed both their tongues during the long, dark drive to Hightoft, while Nurse Elisia sat back in the carriage, dreamy and thoughtful, watching the lights of the lamps thrown upon hedgerow and tree as the good pair of horses trotted swiftly back. It seemed a strange contrast to the glaring, shop-filled streets of sooty London, this long winding lane with only a long, low whitewashed cottage seen at intervals. So quiet and calm was it all that there appeared to be no reason for the rapid action of the nurse's pulses as they sped onward. But the action was going on, and the occupant of the carriage felt a strange longing more than once to pull the check string, and bid the coachman stop and turn back. But she refrained and grew cooler as they progressed, forcing herself to keep on trying to make out the landscape, till, in due time, the lodge gates were passed, and the carriage drawn up at the entrance, where Nurse Elisia descended and stood beside her little bag till Neil descended and uttered the words expressing his astonishment at her presence there. CHAPTER TEN. NEIL IS PERPLEXED. Neil Elthorne had hard work to control himself for, paradoxically, although Nurse Elisia was the most likely personage for Sir Denton to send down to attend his young friend's father, it had never once occurred to him that she would be chosen. "I am glad you have come," he said quietly. "Ah, here is my aunt," he continued, as that lady appeared. "Aunt, dear, this is Nurse Elisia, from the hospital. Will you see that she is shown to her room and has some refreshment before she comes upstairs?"