"
"Where? When?" cried Rosamond.
"They passed us, trying to find a place. I did not show it to you
for you were talking to those gentlemen."
"Did you see it, Brown?" asked Julius, going towards the coachman.
"Our baby and nurse, I mean."
"I can't tell about Miss Charnock, sir," said the coachman, "but I
did think I remarked two young females with young Gadley in a tax-
cart. I would not be alarmed, sir, nor my lady," he added, with the
freedom of a confidential servant, who, like all the household,
adored Lady Rosamond. "It was a giddy thing in the young woman to
have done; and no place to take the young lady to. But there--there
were more infants there than a man could count, and it stands to
reason they come to no harm."
"The most sensible thing that has been said yet," muttered the
friend; but Rosamond was by no means pacified. "Gadley's cart!
They'll go to that horrid public-house in Water Lane where there's
typhus and diphtheria and everything; and there's this fog--and that
girl will never wrap her up. Oh! why did I ever go?"
"My dear Rose," said Julius, trying to speak with masculine
composure, "this is nonsense.
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