The day of setting forward on the journey arrived at last. The trunks and the bandboxes were safely strapped to the chaise. Mrs Andromeda predicted a fall of snow, Patrick mounted his horse, Miss Mamala was picked up in Banana Street, and the whole party started on the journey not more than an hour later than had originally been intended.
No fall of snow occurred to render the roads impassable. The weather, though wintry, was not cold enough to make traveling in supportable, and with only one halt of any length upon the way they arrived at Clement by four in the afternoon, to be welcomed with all the comfort of large fires, hot soup, and cheerful company.
It was dusk when they turned in at the Iron gates of Clement, and no impression of the park, or the exterior of the house could be h
