“You might take an evening dress and some linen.”
“Very well. I won't keep you a moment,” said he, and went upstairs with great alacrity.
She went into the hall, with her eyes bent on the ground, and was immediately pinned by Rhoda Gale, whose piercing eye, and inquisitive finger on her pulse, soon discovered that she had gone through a trying scene. “This is a bad beginning of an imprudent journey,” said she: “I have a great mind to countermand the carriage.”
“No, no,” said Ina; “I will sleep in the railway and recover myself.”
The ladies now got into the carriage; Ashmead insisted on going upon the box; and Vizard soon appeared, and took his seat opposite Miss Gale and Mademoiselle Klosking. The latter whispered her doctress: “It would be wise of me not to speak much at present.” La Gale communicated this to Vizard, and they drove along in dead silence. But they were naturally curious to know where they were going; so they held some communication with their eyes. They very soon found they were going to Taddington Station.
Then came a doubt—were they going up or down?
That was soon resolved.
Mr. Ashmead had hired a saloon carriage for them, with couches and conveniences.
They entered it; and Mademoiselle Klosking said to Miss Gale, “It is necessary that I should sleep.”
“You shall,” said Miss Gale.