Goldmore's carriage overtopped the roofs almost; the first floors might shake hands with Croesus as he lolled inside; all the windows of those first floors thronged with children and women in a twinkling.

There was Mrs.Hammerly in curl-papers; Mrs.Saxby with her front awry; Mr.Wriggles peering through the gauze curtains, holding the while his hot glass of rum-and-water--in fine, a tremendous commotion in Bittlestone Street, as the Goldmore carriage drove up to Mr.Raymond Gray's door.
'How kind it is of him to come with BOTH the footmen!' says little Mrs.
Gray, peeping at the vehicle too.

The huge domestic, descending from his perch, gave a rap at the door which almost drove in the building.

All the heads were out; the sun was shining; the very organ-boy paused; the footman, the coach, and Goldmore's red face and white waistcoat were blazing in splendour.

The herculean plushed one went back to open the carriage-door.
Raymond Gray opened his--in his shirt-sleeves.