"Is this Brudenell Hall?"
"In course it is, miss."
"And are the family at home?"
"Yes, miss, dey most, in gen'al, is at dis hour ob de night, dough dey don't expect wisiters."
"Are all the family here?"
"Dey is, miss."
"All right, coachman, you can take off the luggage," said the woman, and then her voice, sounding softer and farther off, spoke to someone still within the carriage: "We are quite right, my lady, this is Brudenell Hall; the family are all at home, and have not yet retired. Shall I assist your ladyship to alight?"
Then a soft, low voice replied:
"Yes, thank you, Phœbe. But first give the dressing-bag to the man to take in, and you carry Fidelle."
"Bub—bub—bub—bub—but," stammered the appalled Jovial, with his arms full of lap-dogs and dressing-bags that the woman had forced upon him, "you better some of you send in your names, and see if it won't be ill-convenient to the fam'ly, afore you 'spects me to denounce a whole coach full of travelers to my masser! Who is you all, anyhow, young woman?"