'You need not look after the trunks--they will follow us all right. Let us
go, cheaile--we 'av half an hour only to reach the train.'
No one ever fussed like Madame when occasion offered. There was a cab at
the door, into which she hurried me. I assumed that she would give all
needful directions, and leaned back, very weary and sleepy already, though
it was so early, listening to her farewell screamed from the cab-step, and
seeing her black cloak flitting and flapping this way and that, like the
wings of a raven disturbed over its prey.
In she got, and away we drove through a glare of lamps, and shop-windows,
still open; gas everywhere, and cabs, busses, and carriages, still
thundering through the streets. I was too tired and too depressed to look
at those things. Madame, on the contrary, had her head out of the window
till we reached the station.
'Where are the rest of the boxes?' I asked, as Madame placed me in charge
of her box and my bag in the office of the terminus.
'They will follow with Boots in another cab, and will come safe with us in
this train. Mind those two, we weel bring in the carriage with us.
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