"How can you wait in this dress in the middle of the streets?" Julia asked.
I told her I would put my shawl over my head, and present the watchman with a shilling, desiring his protection for a few seconds, that I might not miss Mr. Meyler with the bank-notes.
Julia grew worse, and I made the coachman drive her home without me.
In about ten minutes Meyler came running towards the spot where I stood, and appeared to be looking eagerly about for our hackney-coach.
"Here, Mr. Meyler," said I, tapping him on the arm.
"No, no, not to-night," said Meyler, pushing me from him, without looking at me.
"It is Harriette," said I, and he turned round in much astonishment.
"You here alone?" said Meyler, "good heavens! I beg you ten thousand pardons."
"Julia was seized with such a violent head-ache and sickness, that it was misery for her to remain an instant; therefore I made her drive home without me."