pointed at the other carriage. Why?

For a moment the two girls looked at each other. Then Persephone
got down from the box.

"Victory at last!" said Mr. Eager, smiting his hands together as
the carriages started again.

"It is not victory," said Mr. Emerson. "It is defeat. You have
parted two people who were happy."

Mr. Eager shut his eyes. He was obliged to sit next to Mr.
Emerson, but he would not speak to him. The old man was refreshed
by sleep, and took up the matter warmly. He commanded Lucy to
agree with him; he shouted for support to his son.

"We have tried to buy what cannot be bought with money. He has
bargained to drive us, and he is doing it. We have no rights over
his soul."

Miss Lavish frowned. It is hard when a person you have classed as
typically British speaks out of his character.

He was not driving us well," she said. "He jolted us."

"That I deny. It was as restful as sleeping. Aha! he is jolting
us now. Can you wonder? He would like to throw us out, and most
certainly he is justified. And if I were superstitious I'd be
frightened of the girl, too. It doesn't do to injure young
people. Have you ever heard of Lorenzo de Medici?"