as to use the caroche as your own, from this day until
Friday week, when, if it serve your convenience, it may return to me
at Radcliffe House? My servants have orders to obey your Ladyship's
directions, and to serve you in all regards as myself.
"I kiss the hands of fair Mistress Edith, and beg my best compliments
to your young gentlemen, and am, Madam, yours to my little power,
Dilston."
Aubrey had come back whilst Roger was reading, and scarcely gave him
leave to make an end of the letter.
"Madam, 'tis my Lord Dilston's caroche, with six great Flanders horses,
and three serving-men, all as fine as fiddlers, and never a soul in the
caroche--"
"Truly, this is of the Lord's goodness," said Lady Louvaine. "I did
indeed fear the journey on horseback, but there seemed none other
means."
"The like did I for you, dear Mother," added Edith. "I am most thankful
for my Lord Dilston's kindly proffer. It shall ease the journey to you
more than all we could do."
Lady Louvaine bade Edith write an answer, and ordered Roger to take back
to Mere Lea the three saddle-horses lent her by Mr Lewthwaite,
explaining why they were no longer needed. It was then settled that the
four ladies and Lettice should travel in the coach, Aubrey, Hans, and
Rachel going on horseback.
Hans had gone out, and they saw him talking in the front with Lord
Dilston's postillion. Now he came back. "Well, Hans, what wormed you
out of the postillion?" inquired Aubrey.
"His master's goodness," said Hans. "Have you a bit left for me? or do
you want it all for yourself?"
"It is all for my Lady. My Lord Dilston was meaning to have gone to
Town himself in his own caroche, till he heard of your Ladyship's
trouble, and then he cast about to know of some friend that was going,
so he might leave it for you. Then he heard of my Lord of
Northumberland, and he begged a seat in his caroche; and Madam Penelope
stuffed the caroche with all the cushions that were in the house, and a
hamper of baked meats, and wine, and a great fur mantle to lap your
Ladyship in; and my Lord bade the postillion to drive very soft, that
you should not be shaken, without you told him to go fast, and the
footmen were to have a care of you and save you all that they could.
Said I not well, his goodness?"
"Truly, Hans, you did so," answered Edith; "and right thankful should we
all be, first to the Lord, and then to my Lord Dilston, that my dear
mother can
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