The luggage was all set down in the hall, and, leaving it there, mammy went into the parlor, where she found her mistress still in her travelling dress, impatiently walking up and down the floor.
“I want to see the landlord, nurse. I have rung twice, but no one has come. You go and try to find him and bring him here. I must have a carriage to convey me to Old Lyon Hall this afternoon.”
“My goodness! ain’t you tired of travelling yet? And must you set off on another journey again directly,” exclaimed mammy, in dismay.
“I am not at the end of my first journey yet, nurse, nor shall I be until I reach old Lyon Hall. It is there that I am bound. So go now and call the landlord to me,” urged Drusilla.
Before mammy could either obey or expostulate, the landlord himself came in, in answer to Drusilla’s first summons.
“Can I have a close carriage immediately, to take me to old Lyon Hall?” anxiously inquired Drusilla.
The landlord looked surprised at such an unusual demand and, after staring and rubbing his head, answered, slowly:
“Why, bless your heart, Miss, there ain’t such a thing as a close carriage in the whole willage!”
“Well, an open one then—any sort of one, so that it can be got ready at once,” said Drusilla, impatiently.
“But there ain’t any sort of a carriage about the place, Miss.”