In front of them, on the movable central seat, sat Mrs. Blondelle’s child and nurse. Facing them on the front seat, with their backs to the horses, were the two negro servants, Mr. Berners’ valet and Mrs. Berners’ maid.
Though the morning was a very fine one for travelling, there were no other passengers inside, or out. Mr. Berners and his party had the whole coach to themselves, at least, at starting.
Sybil thought she had never seen her husband in gayer spirits. As the horses started and the coach rattled along over the stony streets of the city, Mr. Berners turned smilingly to Mrs. Blondelle, and said:
“I know of few pleasanter things in this pleasant world than a journey through our native State of Virginia, taken at this delightful season of the year; and of all routes I know of none affording such a variety of beautiful and sublime scenery as this we are now starting upon.”
“How long will it take you to reach your beautiful home?” sweetly inquired Rosa Blondelle.
“We might reach it in two days, if we were to travel day and night; but we shall be four days on the road, as we propose to put up at some roadside inn or village each night,” answered Lyon Berners.
Meanwhile the coach rattled out of the city and into the open country, where the landscape was fair, well-wooded, well-watered, but not striking.
“You must not judge the scenery of our State by this flat country around our seaport,” said Mr. Berners to his guest, with the air of a man making an apology.
“Yet this is very pleasant to look upon,” answered Rosa, sincerely.
“Yes, very pleasant, as you say; but you will use stronger language when you see our vast forests, our high mountains, and deep valleys,” answered Lyon Berners with a smile.