He deigned to come himself--to meet Mrs.Scott and Miss Percival.

He brought the phaeton drawn by the four black ponies.

He was waiting at the station.

The passage of the ponies through the principal street of the town had made a sensation.

The population rushed out of their houses, and asked eagerly: "What is it?
What can it be ?" Some ventured the opinion: "It is, perhaps, a travelling circus." But exclamations arose on all sides: "You did not notice the style of it--the carriage and the harness shining like gold, and the little horses with their white rosettes on each side of the head." The crowd collected around the station, and those who were curious learned that they were going to witness the arrival of the new owners of Longueval.