CHAPTER IX
Three Golden Maxims
Lavinia, almost equally terrified, followed her sister; and Sir Sedley, burying all foppery in compassion and good nature, was foremost to accompany and assist. Camilla had no thought but to get instantly to Cleves; she considered not how; she only forced herself rapidly on, persuaded she could walk it in ten minutes, and ejaculating incessantly, 'My Uncle!—my dear Uncle!'—
They almost instantly encountered Edgar, who, upon the fatal call, had darted round to meet them, and finding each provided with an attendant, inquired whose carriage he should seek?
Camilla, in a broken voice, answered she had no carriage, and should walk.
'Walk?' he repeated; 'you are near five miles from Cleves!'
Scarce in her senses, she hurried on without reply.
'What carriage did you come in, Miss Tyrold?' said Edgar to Lavinia.
'We came with Mrs. Arlbery.'
'Mrs. Arlbery?—she has been gone this half hour; I met her as I entered.'