After some further conference, Mr. Bucket (whom everybody seemed to know and defer to) went in with the others at a door and left me in the carriage, while the driver walked up and down by his horses to warm himself. The tide was coming in, as I judged from the sound it made, and I could hear it break at the end of the alley with a little rush towards me. It never did so--and I thought it did so, hundreds of times, in what can have been at the most a quarter of an hour, and probably was less--but the thought shuddered through me that it would cast my mother at the horses' feet.

After some further conference, Mr. Bucket (whom everybody seemed to know and defer to) went through a door with the others and left me in the carriage, while the driver walked up and down by his horses to warm himself. The tide was coming in; I could hear it break at the end of the alley with a little rush towards me, and the thought shuddered through me that it would cast my mother at the horses' feet.
