He intended to call here; I expected to take you over to San Jose to see her and all that, you know; but the fact of it is--that is--it seems from this letter that--he's been called away sooner than he expected, and that--well--hang it! the girl is actually on her way here now." "Alone ?" "I suppose so.

You know one thinks nothing of that here." "Or any other propriety, for that matter." "For heaven's sake, Josephine, don't be ridiculous! Of course it's stupid her coming in this way, and Mallory ought to have brought her--but she's coming, and we must receive her.

By Jove! Here she is now!" he added, starting up after a hurried glance through the window.
"But what kind of a d----d turn-out is that, anyhow ?" It certainly was an odd-looking conveyance that had entered the gates, and was now slowly coming up the drive towards the house.

A large draught horse harnessed to a dust-covered buggy, whose strained fore-axle, bent by the last mile of heavy road, had slanted the tops of the fore-wheels towards each other at an alarming angle.

The light, graceful dress and elegant parasol of the young girl, who occupied half of its single seat, looked ludicrously pronounced by the side of the slouching figure and grimy duster of the driver, who occupied the other half.
Mrs.Randolph gave a gritty laugh.