"It is not safe for you."

"Oh, Sir, it is in the programme that I ride home from the
concert." And I prepared to step in.

"I shall sit on the box, then."

"But your nieces?"

"They are walking home, squired by a younger knight."

Aunt Eliza would say, I thought, "Needs must when a lawyer
drives"; and I concluded to allow him to have his way, telling him
that he was taking a great deal of trouble. He thought it would be
less if he were allowed to sit inside; both ways were unsafe.

Nothing happened. William drove well from habit; but James was
obliged to assist him to dismount. Mr. Uxbridge waited a moment at
the door, and so there was quite a little sensation, which spread
its ripples till Aunt Eliza was reached. She sent for William,
whose only excuse was "dampness."

"Uxbridge knew my carriage, of course," she said, with a
complacent voice.
"He knew me," I replied.

"You do not look like the Huells."

"I look precisely like the young woman to whom he was introduced
by Mr. Van Horn."