She didn't mean to be stuck up because she'd been abroad; she was a
democrat to her back-bone, she had frequently asserted, and she carried
out her principles, and shook hands with everybody, and kissed a great
many, and thanked them for coming to meet her; and then, with her
husband, Augusta, and Lord Hardy, entered her handsome carriage and was
driven toward home.
The French maid went in the omnibus, while Allen drove Daisy himself in
the pony phaeton, not a little proud of the honor, and the attention he
was attracting as he took his seat beside the beautiful woman, whose
face had never looked fairer or sweeter than it did under the widow's
bonnet.
"What a lovely pony! Is he gentle? and do you think I might venture to
drive him?" Daisy asked, with a pretty affectation of girlishness, as
they left the station; and Allen instantly put the reins in her hands,
and leaning languidly back, watched her admiringly, with a strange
thrill of something undefinable in his heart.
"Do we pass Miss McPherson's house?" Daisy asked and he replied:
"Yes, at a little distance; and we can go very near to it by taking the
road across the common," and he indicated the direction.
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