The postilion now stood staring at the venerable edifice, with an expression of the most insolent ridicule.
'And what are you looking at?' cried Jerry.
'At the sky through the castle window,' said the fellow, reddening, and shaking with smothered laughter.
'Why then mind your own business,' cried Jerry, 'and that is, to take the horses from the carriage, and set off with yourself as fast as you can.'
'Not till I am paid for their journey down,' said the postilion. 'So will your ladyship have the goodness to pay me?'
'Certainly,' said I. 'Jerry, pay the fellow.'
'Deuce a rap have I,' answered Jerry. 'I laid out my last farthing in little things for your ladyship.'
'Higginson,' said I, 'shall I trouble you to pay him?'
'It irks me to declare,' answered Higginson, 'that in equipments for this expedition;—a nice little desk, a nice little comb, a nice little pocket-glass, a nice little——'
'In short you have no money,' cried I.