[Sholmes doesn’t leave her; he listens for her footfalls to verify that she’s following him, even if he doesn’t glance back. But she’ll easily catch up to him, because he pauses to peer around the corner of the building once he’s there.
A large black carriage awaits, “parked” on the side of the street. The horses also wait patiently, and as for the driver…]
That coachman is not nearly patient enough to sit about and wait for hours on end outside while they natter on about politics and “governmental openings for your little brother” inside. [His voice is hushed but tinged acerbic.] And can you blame him? No, he’ll at least make himself comfortable in one of the sitting rooms until called upon again…
[And, not a few seconds later, the coachman is indeed leaving the carriage briefly unattended, and they merely need to wait a minute more to watch him disappear inside.]
I’ll drive. You get inside. [oh no] Come on! [Hurrying to the carriage!]
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A large black carriage awaits, “parked” on the side of the street. The horses also wait patiently, and as for the driver…]
That coachman is not nearly patient enough to sit about and wait for hours on end outside while they natter on about politics and “governmental openings for your little brother” inside. [His voice is hushed but tinged acerbic.] And can you blame him? No, he’ll at least make himself comfortable in one of the sitting rooms until called upon again…
[And, not a few seconds later, the coachman is indeed leaving the carriage briefly unattended, and they merely need to wait a minute more to watch him disappear inside.]
I’ll drive. You get inside. [oh no] Come on! [Hurrying to the carriage!]