Hello! that's the carriage now, ain't it?
Guess papa wasn't taking any chances." Sure enough, there were the lights of a carriage at the gate, and I heard the voice of Jenkins, the coachman, shouting.

Nellie Dean called Taylor's name and he hurried away.

A few moments later he returned.
"She's off, safe and sound," he said.

"I judged she wasn't any too well pleased with her Victor for not showing up to look out for her." A sharp flash of lightning cut the sky and a rattling peal of thunder followed.
"Right on top of us, ain't it!" exclaimed George.

"Sure you don't want me to drive you home?
All right; just as you say.