Where are you taking me to ?" "There is no need to be alarmed, pretty Mollie," said the man, still speaking French.

"I have given the coachman orders to rattle along through the streets.

We can talk here at our leisure, and as long as we please.

You must perceive the utter impossibility of conversation at a street corner and in a down-pour of rain." Mollie did, but she fidgeted in her seat, and felt particularly uncomfortable, all the same.

Now that it was too late, she began to think she had acted unwisely in appointing this meeting.
"Why didn't I let well enough alone ?" thought the young lady.