Little Nap is a handsome boy, who sits chatting to his tutor, and kissed his hand to the people as he passes in his four-horse barouche
, with postilions in red satin jackets and a mounted guard before and behind.
A plain, but handsome, dark-green barouche
had now drawn up in front of the ruinous portal of the old mansion-house.
John Dashwood wished it likewise; but in the mean while, till one of these superior blessings could be attained, it would have quieted her ambition to see him driving a barouche
A shadow in a long black cloak and a soft black felt hat passed along the pavement between the Rotunda and the carriages, examined the barouche
carefully, went up to the horses and the coachman and then moved away without saying a word, The magistrate afterward believed that this shadow was that of the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny; but I do not agree, seeing that that evening, as every evening, the Vicomte de Chagny was wearing a tall hat, which hat, besides, was subsequently found.
In the midst of all this gallant array came an open barouche
, drawn by four white horses; and in the barouche
, with his massive head uncovered, sat the illustrious statesman, Old Stony Phiz himself.
Henry, who is good-nature itself, has offered to fetch it in his barouche
For instance, she asked me no questions about objects en route, except that, when a sumptuous barouche
passed us and raised a cloud of dust, she lifted her hand for a moment, and inquired, " What was that?
Her ladyship's carriage was a barouche
, and did not hold more than four with any comfort.
Two hours later, every one knew that the great C-spring barouche
in which Mrs.
Jarndyce; Caddy left her desk to see us depart, kissed me in the passage, and stood biting her pen and sobbing on the steps; Peepy, I am happy to say, was asleep and spared the pain of separation (I was not without misgivings that he had gone to Newgate market in search of me); and all the other children got up behind the barouche
and fell off, and we saw them, with great concern, scattered over the surface of Thavies Inn as we rolled out of its precincts.
It reminded one a little of the London which Thackeray knew on that side of the river, and in the Kennington Road, through which the great barouche
of the Newcomes must have passed as it drove the family to the West of London, the plane-trees were bursting into leaf.
Lady Ruth, who drive by quickly in a barouche
, almost rose from her seat; the Marchioness, whose victoria they passed, had time to wave her hand and flash a quick, searching glance at Juliet, who returned it with her dark eyes filled with admiration.