transformations of the Giraffe. 'Is it not humiliating,' she said,
'to be so altered by finery? You might dress Isabel for ever, and
her nobleness would surmount it all.'

'If you are not the rose, at least you have lived near the rose,'
said Louis. 'You don't fall quite short of the character of Miss
Dynevor.'

'I wish I were going to school,' said Clara, as they passed along
familiar streets; 'then, at least, some one would pity me.'

After two hours spent on the railroad, the train entered a district
with the bleakness, but not the beauty, of the neighbourhood of
mountains; the fresh September breeze was laden with smoke, and
stations stood thick upon the line. As the train dashed up to one of
these, a flag was seen waving, and the shout of 'Cheveleigh,
Cheveleigh road!' greeted them.

On the platform stood a tall footman, in the most crimson of coats,
powdered hair, and a stupendous crimson and white shoulder-knot, auch
as Clara had only seen going to St. James's. She would never have
imagined that she had any concern with such splendour; but her
grandmother asked him if the carriage were there, as a mere matter of
course, and Jane devolved on him all luggage cares, as coolly as if
she had been ruling over him all his life.

As they issued from the station, a thin, uncertain, boyish cheer rang
out, and before them stood a handsome open carriage and four chestnut
horses, with crimson postillions, and huge crimson-and-white satin
rosettes.