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It
is
needless
to
particularize
the
number
of
the
vehicle
,
or
to
state
that
the
driver
was
stationed
thus
early
in
the
neighbourhood
of
Swallow
Street
,
in
hopes
that
some
young
buck
,
reeling
homeward
from
the
tavern
,
might
need
the
aid
of
his
vehicle
,
and
pay
him
with
the
generosity
of
intoxication
.
It
is
likewise
needless
to
say
that
the
driver
,
if
he
had
any
such
hopes
as
those
above
stated
,
was
grossly
disappointed
;
and
that
the
worthy
Baronet
whom
he
drove
to
the
City
did
not
give
him
one
single
penny
more
than
his
fare
.
It
was
in
vain
that
Jehu
appealed
and
stormed
;
that
he
flung
down
Miss
Sharp
's
bandboxes
in
the
gutter
at
the
'
Necks
,
and
swore
he
would
take
the
law
of
his
fare
.
"
You
'd
better
not
,
"
said
one
of
the
ostlers
;
"
it
's
Sir
Pitt
Crawley
.
"
"
So
it
is
,
Joe
,
"
cried
the
Baronet
,
approvingly
;
"
and
I
'd
like
to
see
the
man
can
do
me
.
"
"
So
should
oi
,
"
said
Joe
,
grinning
sulkily
,
and
mounting
the
Baronet
's
baggage
on
the
roof
of
the
coach
.
"
Keep
the
box
for
me
,
Leader
,
"
exclaims
the
Member
of
Parliament
to
the
coachman
;
who
replied
,
"
Yes
,
Sir
Pitt
,
"
with
a
touch
of
his
hat
,
and
rage
in
his
soul
(
for
he
had
promised
the
box
to
a
young
gentleman
from
Cambridge
,
who
would
have
given
a
crown
to
a
certainty
)
,
and
Miss
Sharp
was
accommodated
with
a
back
seat
inside
the
carriage
,
which
might
be
said
to
be
carrying
her
into
the
wide
world
.
How
the
young
man
from
Cambridge
sulkily
put
his
five
great-coats
in
front
;
but
was
reconciled
when
little
Miss
Sharp
was
made
to
quit
the
carriage
,
and
mount
up
beside
him
--
when
he
covered
her
up
in
one
of
his
Benjamins
,
and
became
perfectly
good-humoured
--
how
the
asthmatic
gentleman
,
the
prim
lady
,
who
declared
upon
her
sacred
honour
she
had
never
travelled
in
a
public
carriage
before
(
there
is
always
such
a
lady
in
a
coach
--
Alas
!
was
;
for
the
coaches
,
where
are
they
?
)
,
and
the
fat
widow
with
the
brandy-bottle
,
took
their
places
inside
--
how
the
porter
asked
them
all
for
money
,
and
got
sixpence
from
the
gentleman
and
five
greasy
halfpence
from
the
fat
widow
--
and
how
the
carriage
at
length
drove
away
--
now
threading
the
dark
lanes
of
Aldersgate
,
anon
clattering
by
the
Blue
Cupola
of
St.
Paul
's
,
jingling
rapidly
by
the
strangers
'
entry
of
Fleet-Market
,
which
,
with
Exeter
'
Change
,
has
now
departed
to
the
world
of
shadows
--
how
they
passed
the
White
Bear
in
Piccadilly
,
and
saw
the
dew
rising
up
from
the
market-gardens
of
Knightsbridge
--
how
Turnhamgreen
,
Brentwood
,
Bagshot
,
were
passed
--
need
not
be
told
here
.
But
the
writer
of
these
pages
,
who
has
pursued
in
former
days
,
and
in
the
same
bright
weather
,
the
same
remarkable
journey
,
can
not
but
think
of
it
with
a
sweet
and
tender
regret
Where
is
the
road
now
,
and
its
merry
incidents
of
life
?
Is
there
no
Chelsea
or
Greenwich
for
the
old
honest
pimple-nosed
coachmen
?
I
wonder
where
are
they
,
those
good
fellows
?
Is
old
Weller
alive
or
dead
?
and
the
waiters
,
yea
,
and
the
inns
at
which
they
waited
,
and
the
cold
rounds
of
beef
inside
,
and
the
stunted
ostler
,
with
his
blue
nose
and
clinking
pail
,
where
is
he
,
and
where
is
his
generation
?
To
those
great
geniuses
now
in
petticoats
,
who
shall
write
novels
for
the
beloved
reader
's
children
,
these
men
and
things
will
be
as
much
legend
and
history
as
Nineveh
,
or
Coeur
de
Lion
,
or
Jack
Sheppard
.
For
them
stage-coaches
will
have
become
romances
--
a
team
of
four
bays
as
fabulous
as
Bucephalus
or
Black
Bess
.
Ah
,
how
their
coats
shone
,
as
the
stable-men
pulled
their
clothes
off
,
and
away
they
went
--
ah
,
how
their
tails
shook
,
as
with
smoking
sides
at
the
stage
's
end
they
demurely
walked
away
into
the
inn-yard
.
Alas
!
we
shall
never
hear
the
horn
sing
at
midnight
,
or
see
the
pike-gates
fly
open
any
more
.
Whither
,
however
,
is
the
light
four-inside
Trafalgar
coach
carrying
us
?
Let
us
be
set
down
at
Queen
's
Crawley
without
further
divagation
,
and
see
how
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
speeds
there
.
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
to
Miss
Amelia
Sedley
,
Russell
Square
,
London
.
(
Free
.
--
Pitt
Crawley
.
)
MY
DEAREST
,
SWEETEST
AMELIA
,
