The Baroness’s lady’s maid was old and obviously disagreeable. Camilla thought it would have been cold comfort to go abroad with someone that she stood as much in awe of as the people she was going to meet in a new country.
Besides the coach that she and the Baroness were travelling in and the luggage wagon, Camilla was amused to see at the front door the high-perch phaeton that Captain Cheverly had come down from London in.
“You are driving alone?” she heard her father ask somewhat in surprise.
“I thought it best to go ahead,” Captain Cheverly replied. “In that way we shall save time at Posting inns and other places where we have to stop. It is only as far as Dover, of course. and, when we reach His Supreme Highness’s yacht, my phaeton will be despatched to London and I will send your
