Then a back door opened, and a woman's voice was heard.
"A gentleman to see you, James."
The song ceased. "A what, Susan?" said the man's voice. "Remember——"
"A gentleman—in a top hat," said the second voice.
"You know that travellers sometimes have top hats, Susan," cautioned the first voice.
"I'm sure it's a gentleman, James——"
"Very well, let us hope you're not mistaken and that you were hooked up behind. Ask the gentleman to wait a minute."
The voices ceased.
Instinctively Louie had walked to a half-open coach door and had looked through. She saw a bright little picture. A horse was being put into a gay yellow trap, and the man who was buckling the harness had begun to sing again:
"Oryn—thia, my Belovèd!——"