THE CHATEAU The road to the chateau took its devious way through the little town--out into the green foothill beyond.

Two lumbering, wooden wheeled carts, none too clean, each drawn by four perspiring men, served as conveyances by which the arrivals were to make the journey to their new home.

Mr.Bowles informed his lordship that horses were not submitted to the indignity of drawing carts.

The lamented Mr.Skaggs had driven his own Arab steeds to certain fashionable traps, but the natives never thought of doing such a thing.
Lady Deppingham's pert little nose lifted itself in disgust as she was joggled through the town behind the grunting substitutes for horseflesh.
She sat beside her husband in the foremost cart.

Mr.Bowles, very tired, but quite resplendent, walked dutifully beside one wheel; Mr.Saunders took his post at the other.