Two passengers were inside--a lady and a gentleman--both well cloaked, for it was a cold spring day.

I could not see their faces, and should probably not have troubled myself twice about them, but for two strange incidents which happened, just as, having taken up what they called for, the carriage started on its journey.

A man on the pavement, who had evidently been watching the halt, uttered a howl of execration and shook his fist at the window.

A moment after, a young gentleman of military bearing, mounted on a grey horse, cantered up the road and overtook the coach on the other side.

He carried a small bunch of flowers, which he stooped to pass in at the window to the lady, receiving in exchange a wave from one of the prettiest hands I ever saw.