"Ask them, colonel," cried the charioteer, "whether the old gentleman went right or not."
The colonel, in the manner of a perfect gentleman, but with a look of compassion for his companion's want of tact, made the desired inquiry; which being satisfactorily answered, he again bowed and was retiring, as one of several pointers who followed the cavalcade sprang upon Jane, and soiled her walking-dress with his dirty feet.
"Come hither, Dido," cried the colonel, hastening to beat the dog back from the young lady; and again he apologized in the same collected and handsome manner, then turning to one of the servants, he said, "Call in the dog, sir," and rejoined his companion. The air of this gentleman was peculiarly pleasant: it would not have been difficult to pronounce him a soldier, had he not been addressed as such by his younger and certainly less polished companion. The colonel was apparently about thirty, and of extremely handsome face and figure, while his driving friend appeared several years younger, and of altogether different materials.
"I wonder," said Jane, as they turned a corner which hid them from view, "who they are?"
"Who they are?" cried the brother; "why the Jarvises to be sure; didn't you hear them ask the road to the deanery?"
"Oh! the one that drove, he may be a Jarvis, but not the gentleman who spoke to us—surely not, John; besides, he was called colonel, you know."
"Yes, yes," said John, with one of his quizzing expressions, "Colonel Jarvis, that must be the alderman: they are commonly colonels of city volunteers: yes, that must have been the old gem'mun who spoke to us, and I was right after all about the bandboxes."
"You forget," said Clara, smiling, "the polite inquiry concerning the old gem'mun."
"Ah! true; who the deuce can this colonel be then, for young Jarvis is only a captain, I know: who do you think he is, Jane?"
"How do you think I can tell you, John? But whoever he is, he owns the tilbury, although he did not drive it and he is a gentleman both by birth and manners."
