"I was rather in a hurry," returns Mr. Bucket, "for I was going to visit a aunt of mine that lives at Chelsea--next door but two to the old original Bun House--ninety year old the old lady is, a single woman, and got a little property. Yes, I chanced to be passing at the time. Let's see. What time might it be? It wasn't ten."
"Half-past nine."
"You're right. So it was. And if I don't deceive myself, my Lady was muffled in a loose black mantle, with a deep fringe to it?"
"Of course she was."

"I was rather in a hurry," returns Mr. Bucket, "for I was going to visit a aunt of mine that lives at Chelsea - ninety year old. Yes, I chanced to be passing at the time. Let's see. What time might it be? It wasn't ten."
"Half-past nine."
"So it was. And if I don't deceive myself, my Lady was muffled in a loose black mantle, with a deep fringe to it?"
Of course she was.
