The berlin was brought round to the door; the Princess, rosy with sleep,
stepped into it; Wogan had brought with him a muff, and he slipped it
over Clementina's feet to keep her warm during the night; Misset took
Gaydon's place, and the postillion cracked his whip and set off towards
Trent. Gaydon, sitting before the fire in the parlour, heard the wheels
grate upon the road; he had a vision of the berlin thundering through
the night with a trail of sparks from the wheels; and he wondered
whether Misset was asleep or merely leaning back with his eyes shut, and
thus visiting incognito Woman's fairy-land of dreams. However, Gaydon
consoled himself with the reflection that it was none of his business.