Tom and she had been wondering how he would come.

Miss Thornton said, probably in the Bishop's carriage; but Tom was inclined to think he would ride over.
The dinner time was past some ten minutes, when they saw a man in black put his hand on the garden-gate, vault over, and run breathless up to the hall-door.

Tom had recognised him and dashed out to receive him, but ere he had time to say "good day" even, the new comer pulled out his watch, and, having looked at it, said in a tone of vexation:-- "Twenty-one minutes, as near as possible; nay, a little over.

By Jove! how pursy a fellow gets mewed up in town! How far do you call it, now, from the Buller Arms ?" "It is close upon four miles," said Tom, highly amused.
"So they told me," replied Frank Maberly.

"I left my portmanteau there, and the landlord-fellow had the audacity to say in conversation that I couldn't run the four miles in twenty minutes.