>>5692971Your ruminations are jolted back into the night as the carriage comes to a sudden stop. You can hear loud commotion and vociferations ahead, where there is some form of turnpike where two streets intersect in an X. A chaotic profusion of shouting upon both sides of the thoroughfare has resulted in a tangle of carriages nearly heaped upon each other. You see curricles and cabriolets, fiacres and phaetons, and even on the far side opposite you, a glimpse of a tall and debonair young gentleman with grey gloves carrying a slender dress cane stepping swiftly from an alleyway into a luxurious waiting black barouche.
Before he enters his carriage, you hear him enquire
-Whatever is the matter, driver? What is the cause behind this intolerable delay?
