Running up to this coach, he found that the young woman was Miss Nipper, and that Miss Nipper was in such a flutter as to be almost beside herself.
'Staggs's Gardens, Mr Walter!' said Miss Nipper; 'if you please, oh do!' 'Eh ?' cried Walter; 'what is the matter ?' 'Oh, Mr Walter, Staggs's Gardens, if you please!' said Susan.
'There!' cried the coachman, appealing to Walter, with a sort of exalting despair; 'that's the way the young lady's been a goin' on for up'ards of a mortal hour, and me continivally backing out of no thoroughfares, where she would drive up.

I've had a many fares in this coach, first and last, but never such a fare as her.' 'Do you want to go to Staggs's Gardens, Susan ?' inquired Walter.
'Ah! She wants to go there! WHERE IS IT ?' growled the coachman.
'I don't know where it is!' exclaimed Susan, wildly.

'Mr Walter, I was there once myself, along with Miss Floy and our poor darling Master Paul, on the very day when you found Miss Floy in the City, for we lost her coming home, Mrs Richards and me, and a mad bull, and Mrs Richards's eldest, and though I went there afterwards, I can't remember where it is, I think it's sunk into the ground.

Oh, Mr Walter, don't desert me, Staggs's Gardens, if you please! Miss Floy's darling--all our darlings--little, meek, meek Master Paul! Oh Mr Walter!' 'Good God!' cried Walter.

'Is he very ill ?' 'The pretty flower!' cried Susan, wringing her hands, 'has took the fancy that he'd like to see his old nurse, and I've come to bring her to his bedside, Mrs Staggs, of Polly Toodle's Gardens, someone pray!' Greatly moved by what he heard, and catching Susan's earnestness immediately, Walter, now that he understood the nature of her errand, dashed into it with such ardour that the coachman had enough to do to follow closely as he ran before, inquiring here and there and everywhere, the way to Staggs's Gardens.
There was no such place as Staggs's Gardens.