midnight
For them stage-coaches will have become romances -- a team of four bays as fabulous as Bucephalus or Black Bess . Ah , how their coats shone , as the stable-men pulled their clothes off , and away they went -- ah , how their tails shook , as with smoking sides at the stage 's end they demurely walked away into the inn-yard . Alas ! we shall never hear the horn sing at midnight , or see the pike-gates fly open any more . Whither , however , is the light four-inside Trafalgar coach carrying us ? Let us be set down at Queen 's Crawley without further divagation , and see how Miss Rebecca Sharp speeds there . Private and Confidential Miss Rebecca Sharp to Miss Amelia Sedley , Russell Square , London .