But he was painfully disconcerted by Redworth's determination not to entrust the ladies any farther to his guidance.

Danvers had implored for permission to walk the mile to the town, and thence take a fly to Copsley.

Her mistress rather sided with the postillion; who begged them to spare him the disgrace of riding in and delivering a box at the Red Lion.
'What'll they say?
And they know Arthur Dance well there,' he groaned.
'What! Arthur! chariotin' a box! And me a better man to his work now than I been for many a long season, fit for double the journey! A bit of a shake always braces me up.

I could read a newspaper right off, small print and all.

Come along, sir, and hand the ladies in.' Danvers vowed her thanks to Mr.Redworth for refusing.