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this feat was Francis Ardry。 A small beautiful female; with
flashing eyes; dressed in the extremity of fashion; sat beside him。
'Holloa; friend;' said Francis Ardry; 'whither bound?'
'I do not know;' said I; 'all I can say is; that I am about to
leave London。'
'And the means?' said Francis Ardry。
'I have them;' said I; with a cheerful smile。
'Qui est celui…ci?' demanded the small female; impatiently。
'C'est … mon ami le plus intime; so you were about to leave London;
without telling me a word;' said Francis Ardry; somewhat angrily。
'I intended to have written to you;' said I: 'what a splendid mare
that is。'
'Is she not?' said Francis Ardry; who was holding in the mare with
difficulty; 'she cost a hundred guineas。'
'Qu'est ce qu'il dit?' demanded his companion。
'Il dit que le jument est bien beau。'
'Allons; mon ami; il est tard;' said the beauty; with a scornful
toss of her head; 'allons!'
'Encore un moment;' said Francis Ardry; 'and when shall I see you
again?'
'I scarcely know;' I replied: 'I never saw a more splendid turn
out。'
'Qu'est ce qu'il dit?' I said the lady again。
'Il dit que tout l'equipage est en assez bon gout。'
'Allons; c'est un ours;' said the lady; 'le cheval meme en a peur;'
added she; as the mare reared up on high。
'Can you find nothing else to admire but the mare and the
equipage?' said Francis Ardry; reproachfully; after he had with
some difficulty brought the mare to order。
Lifting my hand; in which I held my stick; I took off my hat。 'How
beautiful!' said I; looking the lady full in the face。
'Comment?' said the lady; inquiringly。
'Il dit que vous etes belle comme un ange;' said Francis Ardry;
emphatically。
'Mais; a la bonne heure! arretez; mon ami;' said the lady to
Francis Ardry; who was about to drive off; 'je voudrais bien causer
un moment avec lui; arretez; il est delicieux。 … Est…ce bien ainsi
que vous traitez vos amis?' said she passionately; as Francis Ardry
lifted up his whip。 'Bon jour; Monsieur; bon jour;' said she;
thrusting her head from the side and looking back; as Francis Ardry
drove off at the rate of thirteen miles an hour。
CHAPTER LIX
The milestone … The meditation … Want to get up? … The off…hand
leader … Sixteen shillings … The near…hand wheeler … All right。
IN about two hours I had cleared the Great City; and got beyond the
suburban villages; or rather towns; in the direction in which I was
travelling; I was in a broad and excellent road; leading I knew not
whither。 I now slackened my pace; which had hitherto been great。
Presently; coming to a milestone on which was graven nine miles; I
rested against it; and looking round towards the vast city; which
had long ceased to be visible; I fell into a train of meditation。
I thought of all my ways and doings since the day of my first
arrival in that vast city … I had worked and toiled; and; though I
had accomplished nothing at all commensurate with the hopes which I
had entertained previous to my arrival; I had achieved my own
living; preserved my independence; and become indebted to no one。
I was now quitting it; poor in purse; it is true; but not wholly
empty; rather ailing it may be; but not broken in health; and; with
hope within my bosom; had I not cause upon the whole to be
thankful? Perhaps there were some who; arriving at the same time
under not more favourable circumstances; had accomplished much
more; and whose future was far more hopeful … Good! But there
might be others who; in spite of all their efforts; had been either
trodden down in the press; never more to be heard of; or were
quitting that mighty town broken in purse; broken in health; and;
oh! with not one dear hope to cheer them。 Had I not; upon the
whole; abundant cause to be grateful? Truly; yes!
My meditation over; I left the milestone and proceeded on my way in
the same direction as before until the night began to close in。 I
had always been a good pedestrian; but now; whether owing to
indisposition or to not having for some time past been much in the
habit of taking such lengthy walks; I began to feel not a little
weary。 Just as I was thinking of putting up for the night at the
next inn or public…house I should arrive at; I heard what sounded
like a coach coming up rapidly behind me。 Induced; perhaps; by the
weariness which I felt; I stopped and looked wistfully in the
direction of the sound; presently up came a coach; seemingly a
mail; drawn by four bounding horses … there was no one upon it but
the coachman and the guard; when nearly parallel with me it
stopped。 'Want to get up?' sounded a voice; in the true coachman…
like tone … half querulous; half authoritative。 I hesitated; I was
tired; it is true; but I had left London bound on a pedestrian
excursion; and I did not much like the idea of having recourse to a
coach after accomplishing so very inconsiderable a distance。
'Come; we can't be staying here all night;' said the voice; more
sharply than before。 'I can ride a little way; and get down
whenever I like;' thought I; and springing forward I clambered up
the coach; and was going to sit down upon the box; next the
coachman。 'No; no;' said the coachman; who was a man about thirty;
with a hooked nose and red face; dressed in a fashionably…cut
greatcoat; with a fashionable black castor on his head。 'No; no;
keep behind …the box ain't for the like of you;' said he; as he
drove off; 'the box is for lords; or gentlemen at least。' I made
no answer。 'D… that off…hand leader;' said the coachman; as the
right…hand front horse made a desperate start at something he saw
in the road; and; half rising; he with great dexterity hit with his
long whip the off…hand leader a cut on the off cheek。 'These seem
to be fine horses;' said I。 The coachman made no answer。 'Nearly
thoroughbred;' I continued; the coachman drew his breath; with a
kind of hissing sound; through his teeth。 'Come; young fellow;
none of your chaff。 Don't you think; because you ride on my mail;
I'm going to talk to you about 'orses。 I talk to nobody about
'orses except lords。' 'Well;' said I; 'I have been called a lord
in my time。' 'It must have been by a thimble…rigger; then;' said
the coachman; bending back; and half turning his face round with a
broad leer。 'You have hit the mark wonderfully;' said I。 'You
coachmen; whatever else you may be; are certainly no fools。' 'We
ain't; ain't we?' said the coachman。 'There you are right; and; to
show you that you are; I'll now trouble you for your fare。 If you
have been amongst the thimble…riggers you must be tolerably well
cleared out。 Where are you going? … to … ? I think I have seen
you there。 The fare is sixteen shillings。 Come; tip us the blunt;
them that has no money can't ride on my mail。'
Sixteen shillings was a large sum; and to pay it would make a
considerable inroad on my slender finances; I thought; at first;
that I would say I did not want to go so far; but then the fellow
would ask at once where I wanted to go; and I was ashamed to
acknowledge my utter ignorance of the road。 I determined;
therefore; to pay the fare; with a tacit determination not to mount
a coach in future without knowing whither I was going。 So I paid
the man the money; who; turning round; shouted to the guard … 'All
right; Jem; got fare to … '; and forthwith whipped on his horses;
especially the off hand leader; for whom he seemed to entertain a
particular spite; to greater speed than before … the horses flew。
A young moon gave a feeble light; partially illuminating a line of
road which; appearing by no means interesting; I the less regretted
having paid my money for the privilege of being hurried along it in
the flying vehicle。 We frequently changed ho