It was perhaps of some such incident that these two young maids of old London conversed as they trundled slowly out toward the suburb of the city.
"'Twould have killed you, Lady Kitty; sure 'twould have been your end to hear him speak! He walked the floor upon his knees, and clasped his hands, and followed me about like a dog in a spectacle.

Lord! but I feared he would have thrown over the tabouret with his great feet.

And help me, if I think not he had tears in his eyes!" "My friend," said Lady Kitty, solemnly, "you must have better care of your conduct.

I'll not have my father's old friend abused in his own house." At which they both burst into laughter.

Youth, the blithely cruel, had its own way in this old coach upon the ancient dusty road, as it has ever had.
But now serious affairs gained the attention of these two fairs.