She glided across the hall, as if she was making for some point, and old James shuffled after her, crying: "Stop, stop! young woman.

What is your name, young woman ?" "Why, James Burdock," cried the lady, removing her hood, "have you forgotten your mistress ?" "Mistress! Why, Miss Mabel, I ask your pardon, madam--here, John, Margery!" "Hush!" cried Mrs.Vane.
"But where are your trunks, miss?
And where's the coach, and Darby and Joan?
To think of their drawing you all the way here! I'll have 'em into your room directly, ma'am.

Miss, you've come just in time." "What a dear, good, stupid old thing you are, James.

Where is Ernest--Mr.Vane?
James, is he well and happy?
I want to surprise him." "Yes, ma'am," said James, looking down.
"I left the old stupid coach at Islington, James.

The something--pin was loose, or I don't know what.