'I must try to get home.

Let Mr.Vannicock take you back, Laura.' He walked a few steps, they helping him, but was obliged to sink down on the grass.
'I am--afraid--you'll have to send for a hurdle, or shutter, or something,' he went on feebly, 'or try to get me into the barrow.' But Vannicock had called to the driver of the fly, and they waited until it was brought on from the turnpike hard by.

Mr.Maumbry was placed therein.

Laura entered with him, and they drove to his humble residence near the Cross, where he was got upstairs.
Vannicock stood outside by the empty fly awhile, but Laura did not reappear.

He thereupon entered the fly and told the driver to take him back to Ivell..