'Oh, I'm sure we don't want you.'

'Nuttie, my dear,' expostulated Miss Nugent, dragging her into the
next carriage.

'You may enjoy the fragrance still,' said Nuttie when seated. 'Do
you see--there's the man's master; he has stood him up against that
post, with his cigar, to wait while he gets out the luggage. I
daresay you can get a whiff if you lean out far enough.'

'I say! that figure is a study!' said Gerard. 'What is it that he is
so like?'

'Oh! I know,' said Nuttie. 'It is Lord Frederick Verisopht, and the
bad gentlefolks in the pictures to the old numbers of Dickens that
you have got, Miss Mary. Now, isn't he? Look! only Lord Frederick
wasn't fat.'

Nuttie was in a state of excitement that made her peculiarly
unmanageable, and Miss Nugent was very grateful to Mr. Dutton for his
sharp though general admonition against staring, while, under pretext
of disposing of the umbrella and the vasculum, he stood up, so as to
block the window till they were starting.

There was no one else to observe them but a demure old lady, and in
ten minutes' time they were in open space, where high spirits might
work themselves off, though the battle over the botanical case was
ended by Miss Nugent, who strongly held that ladies should carry
their own extra encumbrances, and slung it with a scarf over Nuttie's