Ha! a fare!" A woman in black, thoroughly veiled and cloaked, came round from the opposite side of the fountain.

She spoke to the driver, and he tumbled off the box, alive and hearty.

There seemed to be a short interchange of words of mutual satisfaction.

The lady stepped into the carriage, the driver woke up his ancient Bucephalus, and went clickety-clack down the Koenig Strasse toward the town.
To Carmichael it was less than an incident.

He twirled his cane and walked toward the public gardens.