"I am obliged for your offer, but where would be the use?
You may tell Ben to call a hack for me.

I'll have it wait at Virginia's door and drive me to the wharf when I am ready to go." Edward, thinking he had never known her so considerate and kind, hastened to carry out her wishes, bidding Ben engage two hacks--one for Mrs.Conly and another for themselves.
Consideration for her nephew and niece had nothing to do with Mrs.Conly's plans and arrangements.

If, as she greatly feared, Virginia were living in other than aristocratic style, she would not for the world have it known among the relatives who had heard her boasts in regard to Virgie's grand match; "so much better than Isa had been led into while under the care of her grandfather and uncle." She had never before heard of the street mentioned in Virginia's last letter, and her heart misgave her as to its being one of the most fashionable for the abodes of the wealthy.

The curiously scrutinizing look and odd smile of the hack-driver when she gave him the address did not tend to reassure her.
"Drive me there as quickly as you can," she ordered, drawing herself up and flashing an indignant glance at him.

"I have no time to waste." "Sure, mum, I'll do that same," he returned, touching his horses with the whip.
"Where are you taking me?
What do you mean by bringing me into such a vile region as this ?" she demanded presently, as the hack turned into a narrow and very dirty street.
"It's the shortest cut to the place ye said ye wanted to go till, mum," he answered shortly.
She sank back with a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment.