‘What a funny thing!’ said the lady, with a wretchedly factitious smile. ‘The times have taken a strange turn when the angry parent of the comedy, who goes post-haste to prevent the undutiful daughter’s rash marriage, is a gentleman from below stairs, and the unworthy lover a peer of the realm!’
Neigh spoke for almost the first time. ‘I don’t blame Chickerel in objecting to Lord Mountclere. I should object to him myself if I had a daughter. I never liked him.’
‘Why?’ said Mrs. Doncastle, lifting her eyelids as if the act were a heavy task.
‘For reasons which don’t generally appear.’
‘Yes,’ said Mr. Doncastle, in a low tone. ‘Still, we must not believe all we hear.’
‘Is Chickerel going?’ said Neigh.
‘He leaves in five or ten minutes,’ said Doncastle.
After a few further words Neigh mentioned that he was unable to stay longer that evening, and left them. When he had reached the outside of the door he walked a little way up the pavement and back again, as if reluctant to lose sight of the street, finally standing under a lamp-post whence he could command a view of Mr. Doncastle’s front. Presently a man came out in a great-coat and with a small bag in his hand; Neigh at once recognizing the person as Chickerel, went up to him.
‘Mr. Doncastle tells me you are going on a sudden journey. At what time does your train leave?’ Neigh asked.
‘I go by the ten o’clock, sir: I hope it is a third-class,’ said Chickerel; ‘though I am afraid it may not be.’