Words refuse to tell it.

All the servants were there in the hall--all the dear friend--all the young ladies--the dancing-master who had just arrived; and there was such a scuffling, and hugging, and kissing, and crying, with the hysterical YOOPS of Miss Swartz, the parlour-boarder, from her room, as no pen can depict, and as the tender heart would fain pass over.

The embracing was over; they parted--that is, Miss Sedley parted from her friends.

Miss Sharp had demurely entered the carriage some minutes before.

Nobody cried for leaving HER.
Sambo of the bandy legs slammed the carriage door on his young weeping mistress.