“What do you mean?”
“I mean what kind of women did they seem to be; what did you take them for?”
“Oh, for nothing very good!” replied the driver, with a knowing smile.
“Ah! and how were they dressed?”
“Like most of the girls who go to dance at the Rainbow. One of them, however, was very neat and prim, while the other—well! she was a terrible dowdy.”
“Which ran after you?”
“The girl who was neatly dressed, the one who—” The driver suddenly paused: some vivid remembrance passed through his brain, and, abruptly jerking the rains, he brought his horse to a standstill.
“Thunder!” he exclaimed. “Now I think of it, I did notice something strange. One of the two women called the other ‘Madame’ as large as life, while the other said ‘thee’ and ‘thou,’ and spoke as if she were somebody.”
“Oh
