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On the same principle I immediately passed the gift on to a chambermaid of the hotel , who perhaps in her turn dropped it a grade lower in the social scale , and so it may go on forever , blouse without end ; but all that is apart from the point . The important part of the transaction was the token that the dead past was to bury its dead ; and possibly Sir Samuel timidly offered a waistcoat or a pair of boots to the chauffeur . Instead of lying in bed , as Lady Turnour had threatened to do for a week , she was up earlier than usual , as well as ever she had been , and not more than half as disagreeable . Although the sky looked as if it might burst into tears at any moment , and although Orange has nothing but historic remains and historic records to show , she was ready to start , almost cheerfully , at ten o'clock . I was allowed to be of the party , laden with mackintoshes for my master and mistress ; and I did n't admire the triumphal arch at Orange nearly as much as I had admired the smaller and older one at St. Remy . But Lady Turnour admired it far more , and was so nice to Sir Samuel that he thought it _ the _ arch of the world . They put their heads together over the same volume of Baedeker , which was an exquisite pleasure to the poor man , and he was so pathetic I could have cried into his footsteps , as he read -LRB- pronouncing almost everything wrong -RRB- about the building of the Arch of Tiberius .