Another servant was standing on the ground, holding the horses of the carriage and the cart.
"Dear Alice, I'm so glad you've come," said a voice from the furs.

"Look here, dear; your maid can go in the dog-cart with your things,"-- it wasn't a dog-cart, but Lady Glencora knew no better;--"she'll be quite comfortable there; and do you get in here.
Are you very cold ?" "Oh, no; not cold at all." "But it is awfully cold.

You've been in the stuffy carriage, but you'll find it cold enough out here, I can tell you." "Oh! Lady Glencora, I am so sorry that I've brought you out on such a morning," said Alice, getting in and taking the place assigned her next to the charioteer.
"What nonsense! Sorry! Why I've looked forward to meeting you all alone, ever since I knew you were coming.

If it had snowed all the morning I should have come just the same.

I drive out almost every day when I'm down here,--that is, when the house is not too crowded, or I can make an excuse.