'And there is nothing to be done!' she wailed in conclusion.

'My error is irretrievable, I am quite forced to that conclusion.

O, Monsieur de Saint-Yves! who would have thought that I could have been such a blind, wicked donkey!' I should have said before--only that I really do not know when it came in--that we had been overtaken by the two post-boys, Rowley and Mr.
Bellamy, which was the hawbuck's name, bestriding the four post-horses; and that these formed a sort of cavalry escort, riding now before, now behind the chaise, and Bellamy occasionally posturing at the window and obliging us with some of his conversation.

He was so ill-received that I declare I was tempted to pity him, remembering from what a height he had fallen, and how few hours ago it was since the lady had herself fled to his arms, all blushes and ardour.

Well, these great strokes of fortune usually befall the unworthy, and Bellamy was now the legitimate object of my commiseration and the ridicule of his own post-boys! 'Miss Dorothy,' said I, 'you wish to be delivered from this man ?' 'O, if it were possible!' she cried.