Looking about him it seemed that Miss Fawley was quite correct this certainly was not the Prewett’s carriage. All the wrong colors now that he thought about it. “Begging your pardon Miss Fawley!” Felix jumped up from the seat, attempting to distance himself from the young lady now stuck in the corner. Forgetting the ceiling for the carriage Felix’s head found purchase with the roof and hit with a resounding ‘smack’! To make the matter worse the carriage hit a rough spot and sent Felix tumbling into the bench where Miss Fawley’s chaperon was seated.

He caught himself, just before he hit the older woman catching a glimpse out the window to note that the carriage was no longer in the drive, but rather already making progress into the city. There went his idea of leaping back out as if he were a hero in a romance novel his sister’s might read.