Ah, there was the Castle carriage! Perhaps the old Countess was inside it.
He had only seen her once, at some service in the Cathedral to which his mother had taken him, but she had made a great impression on him with her snow-white hair.

He had heard people speak of her as "a wicked old woman." Perhaps she was inside the carriage...

but he only saw the Castle coachman and footman and the coronet on the door.

It rolled slowly up the hill with its fine air of commanding the whole world--then it disappeared around the corner of the Close.
Jeremy decided then that he would go home across the green and down Orchard Lane.

He had a wish to enter the Cathedral for a moment; such a visit would, after all, complete the round of his experiences.