Well, the nex day came: at 12 the carridge-and-four was waiting at the ambasdor's doar; and Miss Griffin and the faithfle Kicksey were punctial to the apintment.
I don't wish to digscribe the marridge seminary—how the embasy chapling jined the hands of this loving young couple—how one of the embasy footmin was called in to witness the marridge—how Miss wep and fainted as usial—and how Deuceace carried her, fainting, to the brisky, and drove off to Fontingblo.
The captain called for his carriage. . . . [T]he platterer was glad that Rossi's choice of transport was a brisky, and not a smaller vehicle. . . . Two horses gave it power and its light body, made largely of woven wicker, gave it roominess and speed.