The footman dismounted and opened the door.

Inside he saw, not Margaret, but the lady of the hidden face.
"You are to get in, sir, and make a little journey with the madame," said the footman.
Jack got into the coach.

Its door closed, the horses started with a jump and he was on his way whither he knew not.

Nor did he know the reason for the rapid pace at which the horses had begun to travel.
"If you do not mind, sir, we will not lift the shades," said the veiled lady, as the coach started.

"We shall see Margaret soon, I hope." She had a colorless, cold voice and what was then known in London as the "patrician manner." Her tone and silence seemed to say: "Please remember this is all a matter of business and not a highly agreeable business to me." "Where is Margaret ?" he asked.
"A long way from here.