On board the Charioteer O."
He was "morally sat upon," as Lucy says. Not a lady but indignantly repelled the suggestion. Even Mrs. G., a bride, and naturally somewhat in awe of her husband yet, went so far as to say "Tom is a little queer this morning."
Waterproofs and umbrellas to the front, we sallied forth from the courtyard of the Queen's in a drenching down-pour.
"But what care we how wet we be,
By the coach we'll live or die."
That was the sentiment which animated our breasts. For my part I was very favorably situated, and I held my umbrella very low to shield my fair charge the better. Of course I greatly enjoyed the first few miles under such conditions. My young lady broke into song, and I thought I caught the sense of the words, which I fondly imagined was something like this:
"For if you are under an umbrella
With a very handsome fellow,
It cannot matter much what the weather may be."