With only two gillies--Grant and Brown--for servants, and with assumed names.
It was more like something in a story than real life.

"We had decided to call ourselves LORD AND LADY CHURCHILL AND AND PARTY--Lady Churchill passing as MISS SPENCER and General Grey as DR.

GREY! Brown once forgot this and called me 'Your Majesty' as I was getting into the carriage, and Grant on the box once called Albert 'Your Royal Highness,' which set us off laughing, but no one observed it." Strong, vigorous, enthusiastic, bringing, so it seemed, good fortune with her--the Highlanders declared she had "a lucky foot"-- she relished everything--the scrambles and the views and the contretemps and the rough inns with their coarse fare and Brown and Grant waiting at table.
She could have gone on for ever and ever, absolutely happy with Albert beside her and Brown at her pony's head.

But the time came for turning homewards, alas! the time came for going back to England.

She could hardly bear it; she sat disconsolate in her room and watched the snow falling.