She was half afraid of owning that one place to which she was going was Nicholas Higgins'; all she could do was to hope her aunt would be indisposed to get out of the coach and walk up the court, and at every breath of wind have her face slapped by wet clothes, hanging out to dry on ropes stretched from house to house.

She was half afraid of owning that one of her visits was to Nicholas Higgins's, and was glad that her aunt stayed in the coach.
