Chapter 11: On the Wing

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌⁠The god of slumber did not long hold sway over the senses of our friends, but even so, time, the relentless, striding ever along, did not leave them any spare minutes. Breakfasting at nine, with the exception of Lady Esmondet, and Mrs. Haughton, who partook of their first meal in their own apartments, the one being rather delicate, the other accustomed to indulge the body; all were more or less ea