I was hoping there would not be too much light when we drove up, so that she recognized the rug. Unfortunately, there were lights in all the windows, waiting her arrival.
In desperation I checked the horses a little before we got to the steps, and got down to open the carriage door.
“But why ... what on earth have you pulled up here for?”
“I only thought if perhaps Fruen wouldn't mind getting out here. It's all mud on ahead ... the wheels....”
She must have thought I was trying to entice her into something, Heaven knows!...
“Drive on, man, do!” she said.
The horses moved on, and the carriage stopped just where the light was at its full.
Emma came out to receive her mistress. Fruen handed her the rugs all in a bundle, as she had rolled them up before getting out of the carriage.
“Thanks,” she said to me, glancing round as she went in. “Heavens, how dreadfully wet you are!”