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
. But Edward had no turn for great men or barouches
Meantime, the cavalcade, the banners, the music, and the barouches
swept past him, with the vociferous crowd in the rear, leaving the dust to settle down, and the Great Stone Face to be revealed again, with the grandeur that it had worn for untold centuries.
His carriage-house contained three splendid coaches, three or four gigs, besides dearborns and barouches
of the most fashionable style.
A plain, but handsome, dark-green barouche
had now drawn up in front of the ruinous portal of the old mansion-house.
in an open barouche
, the horses of which had been taken out, the better to accommodate it to the crowded place, stood a stout old gentleman, in a blue coat and bright buttons, corduroy breeches and top-boots, two young ladies in scarfs and feathers, a young gentleman apparently enamoured of one of the young ladies in scarfs and feathers, a lady of doubtful age, probably the aunt of the aforesaid, and Mr.
No one left the barouche
. The coachman remained on his box, and the three other coachmen remained on theirs.
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.
Henry, who is good-nature itself, has offered to fetch it in his barouche
. Will it not be honourably conveyed?"
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.
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.
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.