To have had the last word is always a great thing; and to have given my gentleman a lecture, because he shunned a dispute, also counts.

And then there was the poor young fellow trudging to his father's funeral! The postillion chose to remember that now.

In reality, he allowed, he had not very much to complain of, and my gentleman's courteous avoidance of provocation (the apparent fact that he, the postillion, had humbled him and got the better of him, equally, it may be), acted on his fine English spirit.
I should not like to leave out the tobacco in this good change that was wrought in him.

However, he presently astonished Evan by pulling up his horses, and crying that he was on his way to Hillford to bait, and saw no reason why he should not take a lift that part of the road, at all events.

Evan thanked him briefly, but declined, and paced on with his head bent.
'It won't cost you nothing-not a sixpence!' the postillion sang out, pursuing him.