They walked ahead; the postillion communicated his mixture of professional and human feelings to the waggoners, and walked his horses in the rear, meditating on the weak-heartedness of gentryfolk, and the means for escaping being chaffed out of his boots at the Old Red Lion, where he was to eat, drink, and sleep that night.

Ladies might be fearsome after a bit of a shake; he would not have supposed it of a gentleman.

He jogged himself into an arithmetic of the number of nips of liquor he had taken to soothe him on the road, in spite of the gentleman.

'For some of 'em are sworn enemies of poor men, as yonder one, ne'er a doubt.' Diana enjoyed her walk beneath the lingering brown-red of the frosty November sunset, with the scent of sand-earth strong in the air.
'I had to hire a chariot because there was no two-horse carriage,' said Redworth, 'and I wished to reach Copsley as early as possible.' She replied, smiling, that accidents were fated.

As a certain marriage had been! The comparison forced itself on her reflections.
'But this is quite an adventure,' said she, reanimated by the brisker flow of her blood.