They ceased to converse, and when the young lord's hired carriage drew up on the road, Woodseer required persuasion to accompany him.

They were both in their different stations young tyrants of the world, ready to fight the world and one another for not having their immediate view of it such as they wanted it.

They agreed, however, not to sleep in the city.

Beds were to be had near the top of a mountain on the other side of the Salza, their driver informed them, and vowing themselves to that particular height, in a mutual disgust of the city, they waxed friendlier, with a reserve.
Woodseer soon had experience that he was receiving exceptional treatment from Lord Fleetwood, whose manservant was on the steps of the hotel in Salzburg on the lookout for his master.
'Sir Meeson has been getting impatient, my lord,' said the man.
Sir Meeson Corby appeared; Lord Fleetwood cut him short: 'You 're in a hurry; go at once, don't wait for me; I join you in Baden .-- Do me the favour to eat with me,' he turned to Woodseer.

'And here, Corby! tell the countess I have a friend to bear me company, and there is to be an extra bedroom secured at her hotel.