ey were passing.

"Hillo!--eo--eo!" came from behind, as the omnibus slowly lumbered
along; the driver drew a little on one side, and the open carriage, with
its post-horses, that they had seen by the railway hotel, began slowly
to pass, with the two young men eagerly scanning the occupants.

"Look at that old cock in the buff weskit," said some one on the
omnibus--a sally which was followed by roars of laughter, as an elderly
gentleman, of portly, magisterial aspect, half started from the back
seat, filming and frowning in utter astonishment at so ribald an attack
on his dignity.

"Going to ask us to lunch, guv'nor?" laughed a third.

"That's Brighamy Young and his three wives," cried some one else.

"Tell the postboy to go a little faster, Edward," the old gentleman
called out to a footman on the box.

"Do you hear, Edward? Why don't you go on faster, Edward?--eh, Edward?"
cried the first speaker, while the old gentleman leaned forward to speak
to one of the young ladies opposite, who was evidently somewhat
agitated; while, to make matters worse, the omnibus driver had whipped
up his horses, and the great vehicle kept on thundering along abreast of
the barouche.

This fresh movement was the signal for a volley from the fellow on
Trevor's right; and he now made himself especially conspicuous, kissing
his hand, and evidently goading the old gentleman into a state of
apoplexy. A scene was evidently brewing, and something unpleasant must
have inevitably occurred, had not, almost at one and the same moment,
Pratt whispered a word or two in French to his friend, and the postboy
given his horses a few cuts, which made them start forward with such
energy that the barouche was soon out of sight.

"You're about right, Frank," Trevor said, leaning back; "it is not worth
notice."

"P'raps you'll just use about as much of this here 'bus as you pays
for," said the man seated dos-a-dos to him, and whom he had slightly
pressed.

Trevor started forward; for the remark was unpleasantly made, and
qualified with offensive adjectives. Pratt looked anxious, and would
gladly have finished the distance on foot; but to stop the omnibus, and
get down, would probably have made bad worse--especially as Trevor only
smiled, and sat up quite erect.

"He've been taking more than his share of the 'bus ever since he got
up," said the black-looking gentleman on the right, pressing closer to
Trevor. "Keep yer own side, will yer?"

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