to the place where the horses
were tied. 'The trees drip very much upon them,' said the man, 'and it
will not do for them to remain here all night; they will be better out on
the field picking the grass; but first of all they must have a good feed
of corn.' Thereupon he went to his chaise, from which he presently
brought two small bags, partly filled with corn--into them he inserted
the mouths of the horses, tying them over their heads. 'Here we will
leave them for a time,' said the man; 'when I think they have had enough,
I will come back, tie their fore-legs, and let them pick about.'

CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN

FIRE OF CHARCOAL--THE NEW-COMER--NO WONDER!--NOT A BLACKSMITH--A LOVE
AFFAIR--GRETNA GREEN--A COOL THOUSAND--FAMILY ESTATES--BOROUGH
INTEREST--GRAND EDUCATION--LET US HEAR--ALREADY QUARRELLING--HONOURABLE
PARENTS--NOT COMMON PEOPLE

It might be about ten o'clock at night. Belle, the postilion, and
myself, sat just within the tent, by a fire of charcoal which I had
kindled in the chafing-pan. The man had removed the harness from his
horses, and, after tethering their legs, had left them for the night in
the field above to regale themselves on what grass they could find. The
rain had long since entirely ceased, and the moon and stars shone bright
in the firmament, up to which, putting aside the canvas, I occasionally
looked from the depths of the dingle. Large drops of water, however,
falling now and then upon the tent from the neighbouring trees, would
have served, could we have forgotten it, to remind us of the recent
storm, and also a certain chilliness in the atmosphere, unusual to the
season, proceeding from the moisture with which the ground was saturated;
yet these circumstances only served to make our party enjoy the charcoal
fire the more. There we sat bending over it: Belle, with her long
beautiful hair streaming over her magnificent shoulders; the postilion
smoking his pipe, in his shirt-sleeves and waistcoat, having flung aside
his greatcoat, which had sustained a thorough wetting, and I without my
wagoner's slop, of which, it being in the same plight, I had also
divested myself.

The new-comer was a well-made fellow of about thirty, with an open and
agreeable countenance. I found him very well informed for a man in his
station, and with some pretensions to humour. After we had discoursed
for some time on indifferent subjects, the postilion, who had exhausted
his pipe, took it from