She was tired, Mr. Carrington had said, and wanted to go home
quietly.
This information was brought to Reginald by one of the upper servants;
and the question of Lady Eversleigh's disappearance being at once set
at rest, the procession of carriages moved away in the moonlight.
"It was really too bad of dear Lady Eversleigh to give us such
unnecessary alarm," said Lydia Graham.
The lady who had taken the second place in the barouche agreed with
this remark.
"I never was more alarmed in my life," she said. "I felt sure that
something very dreadful must have happened."
"And to think that Lady Eversleigh should prefer going home in a gig,"
said Lydia, maliciously; "for my part, I think a gig a most unpleasant
vehicle."
The other lady whispered something about Lady Eversleigh's humble
extraction, and her ignorance of the usages of society.
"You can't wonder at it, my dear," she murmured. "For my part, I was
surprised to see her so much at her ease in her new position. But, you
see, her ignorance has now betrayed her into a terrible breach of the
proprieties. Her conduct is, to say the least of it, most eccentric;
and you may depend, no one here will ever forget this ride home in a
gig with that clever young surgeon. I don't suppose Sir Oswald will
very much approve of such conduct."
"Nor I," said Lydia, in the same subdued tone.
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