From the gaps in the curtains, waves of cheering from the street kept coming, faintly mingled with someone calling her name: "Alexandrina! Alexandrina Victoria!"
The voices were both enthusiastic and sincere, stirring an indescribable sense of awe and shyness within her.
She couldn't help but lift her eyes to look out the window, her gaze passing through the gaps to see the golden-red flags outside the carriage, the tricolor flags and garlands lining the street, the citizens waving their hats in the sunlight, the young girls standing on tiptoe, and also, on the street directly ahead, Sir Arthur Hastings, riding a black horse, conversing merrily with Colonel Hackett, the military officer attendant of the Duchess of Kent.
