The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 120: what you’re looking at

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ANGELA VIVALDI 103 — unpretending carriage of the kind which has taken its name from Lord Brougham; it was drawn by one horse, and was driven by a coachman neatly dressed in plain clothes. The stage underling opened the door of this vehicle, and in a few minutes a lady passed rapidly out of the theatre, with an ample cloak flung negligently over her shoulders. She had on a simple straw bonnet, and a veil was drawn over her countenance. She was attended by a middle-aged gentle- man, whom Alfred knew to be connected with the manage- ment of the opera, and who was now exhibiting a most respectful attention toward this lady. The valet could not obtain a satisfactory view of her countenance through the dark veil, but from the partial glimpse which he did gain, he felt assured that she was none other than the one for whom he was watching. Besides, her height, the graceful ease and elegant dignity of her walk, and her entire appear- ance, so far as he could judge of it, muffled up as she was, left no doubt in his mind that the fair one was Signora Vivaldi. The gentleman who had escorted her to her carriage assisted her to enter, closed the door himself, paused for a minute to say a few words to her at the window, then shook hands with her, and stopped for an instant on the curbstone of the colonnade to gaze after the little equipage as it drove rapidly off. Alfred hastened up to a street cab, leaped on the box by the side of the driver, and bade him follow the vehicle which had just rolled away from the stage en- trance. The neat little equipage, followed by the cab, passed up the Haymarket, then threaded the Quadrant, proceeded up Regent Street, continued its way along Portland Place, and entered the Regent’s Park. Alfred thought to himself that the fair danseuse probably lived in this salubrious quarter of London; but he was deceived, for the little equipage still continued rolling on, turning out of the Regent’s Park into Camden ‘Town, across which it cut toward Brecknock _ Ehill, which at that time, though now pretty nearly covered with buildings, had scarcely a house upon it. Up the ascent of the hill the brougham went at a good pace, the cab still following; and Alfred thought that if the pursuit were to last much longer, the coachman’s suspicions could not fail to be excited. Indeed, it seemed as if something of this kind were econniclooolks- (S(O)