The marriage was what is called a good one: both full of frolic, and he wealthy and rather handsome, and she quite lovely and spirited.
No wonder the whole town was very soon agog about the couple, until at the end of a year people began to talk of them separately, she going her way, and he his.

She could not always be on the top of a coach, which was his throne of happiness.
Plenty of stories are current still of his fame as a four-in-hand coachman.

They say he once drove an Emperor and a King, a Prince Chancellor and a pair of Field Marshals, and some ladies of the day, from the metropolis to Richmond Hill in fifty or sixty odd minutes, having the ground cleared all the way by bell and summons, and only a donkey-cart and man, and a deaf old woman, to pay for; and went, as you can imagine, at such a tearing gallop, that those Grand Highnesses had to hold on for their lives and lost their hats along the road; and a publican at Kew exhibits one above his bar to the present hour.

And Countess Fanny was up among them, they say.

She was equal to it.