I had even arranged to go away upon a train which would make it not possible for me to drive to the dock with them.

I did not wish to see the boat carry them away from me.
And so the farewells were said in the street in all that crowd.

Poor Jr.
and I were waiting at the door when the carriage galloped up.

How the crowd rushed to see that lady whom it bore to us, blushing and laughing! Clouds of gold-dust came before my eyes again; she wore once more that ineffable grey pongee! Servants ran forward with the effects of Poor Jr.

and we both sprang toward the carriage.
A flower-girl was offering a great basket of loose violets.