We got an open barouche and a wild, boisterous driver, and set out.
An open barouche was standing there, and a woman in white had stepped out of it
But no one answered and the barouche continued on its way. i watched it go, and then set off again
"if the worst comes to the worst", becky thought, "my retreat is secure; and i have a right-hand seat in the barouche. "
We got into an open barouche at the station and started on a brisk trot for the rendezvous ; there was still a half bottle of anjou left which we polished off as we rode along