The man looked at him rather queerly, and said, "Fourteen. Where did you get on the train?"
"At Charing Cross," said Mr. Ford.
"Oh," said the guard, "you have taken a train for the outer circle and come the longer way; some one should have told you."
The train moved on, and our party had nothing to do but sit patiently and try not to think how close and stifling the air was getting.
When they were once more in the fresh air Mr. Ford said, "Driving in cabs suits me pretty well, and that is the way I am going home, if I go alone."
There was not a dissenting voice, and after a very pleasant evening they had a lovely drive home in three hansom cabs, and it only took them sixteen minutes.
Tuesday morning was spent in visiting the Bank of England and St. Paul's Cathedral, where the young people and the gentlemen went upstairs to the Whispering Gallery.
They all went down to the Crypt, where are many tombs, among them those of Nelson and Wellington.
The great object of interest to them was the immense funeral car which was made to carry the body of the Duke of Wellington through the streets of London to his last resting-place.
The wheels were made from pieces of cannon picked from the field of Waterloo.