passer-by, for the rain was still falling, though more lightly.  As I drew nearer to the shop-windows, an omnibus-driver, seeing me run toward him, pulled up his horses in expectation of a passenger.  The conductor shouted some name which I did not hear, but I sprang in, caring very little where it might carry me, so that I could get quickly enough and far enough out of the reach of my pursuers.  There had been no time to lose, and none was lost.  The omnibus drove on again quickly, and no trace was left of me.

I sat quite still in the farthest corner of the omnibus, hardly able to recover my breath after my rapid running.  I was a little frightened at the notice the two or three other passengers appeared to take of me, and I did my best to seem calm and collected.  My ungloved hands gave me some trouble, and I hid them as well as I could in the folds of my dress; for there was something remarkable about the want of gloves in any one as well dressed as I was.  But nobody spoke to me, and one after another they left the omnibus, and fresh persons took their places, who did not know where I had got in.  I did not stir, for I determined to go as far as I could in this conveyance.  But all the while I was wondering what I should do with myself, and where I could go, when it readied its destination.

There was one trifling difficulty immediately ahead of me.  When the omnibus stopped I should have no small change for paying my fare.  There was an Australian sovereign fastened to my watch-chain which I could take off, but it would be difficult to detach it while we were jolting on.  Besides, I dreaded to attract attention to myself.  Yet what else could I do?

Before I had settled this question, which occupied me so fully that I forgot other and more serious difficulties, the omnibus drove into a station-yard, and every passenger, inside and out, prepared to alight.  I lingered till the last, and sat still till I had unfastened my gold-piece.  The wind drove across the open space in a strong gust as I stepped down upon the pavement.  A man had just descended from the roof, and was paying the conductor:  a tall, burly man, wearing a thick water-proof coat, and a seaman’s hat of oil-skin, with a long flap lying over the back of his neck.  His face was brown and weather-beaten, but he had kindly-looking eyes, which glanced at me as I stood waiting to pay my fare.

“Going down to Southampton?” said the conductor to him.

“Ay, and beyond Southampton,” he answered.

“You’ll have a rough night of it,” said the conductor.—­“Sixpence, if you please, miss.”

I offered him my Australian sovereign, which he turned over curiously, asking me if I had no smaller change.  He grumbled when I answered no, and the stranger, who had not passed on, but was listening to what was said, turned pleasantly to me.

“You have no change, mam’zelle?” he asked, speaking rather slowly, as if English was not his ordinary speech.  “Very well! are you going to Southampton?”