Two gentlemen stood in the road, and a young woman at the inn door; a dark-haired girl of an anxious countenance.

Her puckers vanished at some signal from inside the coach.
'All right, Madge; nothing to fear,' Fleetwood called to her, and she curtseyed.
He alighted, saying to her, before he spoke to his friends: 'I've brought him safe; had him under my eye the last four and twenty hours.
He'll do the trick to-day.

You don't bet ?' 'Oh! my lord, no.' 'Help the lady down.

Out with you, Ines!' The light-legged barge-faced man touched ground capering.

He was greeted 'Kit' by the pair of gentlemen, who shook hands with him, after he had faintly simulated the challenge to a jig with Madge.