To this day she declares that I told her one moving anecdote as to how a musket looked into my tent at the dead of night, and how I fired a double-barrelled tiger cub at it. At first I had some idea as to the direction in which we were driving; but soon, what with our pace, the fog, and my own limited knowledge of London, I lost my bearings, and knew nothing, save that we seemed to be going a very long way.
In het eerst had ik nog eenig idee omtrent de richting die ons rijtuig volgde; doch weldra verloor ik gedeeltelijk door onzen spoed, en gedeeltelijk door den mist en mijne oppervlakkige kennis van Londen de route, en wist niets meer dan dat wij een zeer verren weg aflegden.